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Awww, that sucks.

Hopefully you can sort it all out, it wouldn't be the same without you drunk and playing mafia

Monetary wise, if that turns out to be the reason you can't come, then feel free to let me know, I'm happy to sub you some cash to get you there (this goes for anyone else too)

I chucked 1.5th of sugar into 23 litres. Should be over 4.5% at least. I don't understand the calculation but it has a gravity of 1038 right now. Smells vile. Will call it "Cardigan Loser".

I see what you did there you scamp.

Mr Chris, are you real? Why do you never come out and play? I've never met you

Please come to cottage on Friday.

O/

I wish I could, but I can't. Such is the life of an international business man.

Or, alternatively, a chap with two kids, currently with an extremely busy life and plenty of things to do (like washing Prunella and pouncing on Pat, and hiding the car keys under the mat, and keeping the newspapers nice and flat, and giving the pens an occasional bat... Bless you Ms Donaldson for your gift of rhyme.)

I would like to come to these things and both see again the lovely people I've already met and meet for the first time the lovely people I haven't yet met, but it's rather tricky at the mo.

I may be coming to That London in the next couple of months, though, as I need to widdle in Craster's new flat (it's a thing).

Friday?

<checks calendar>

...oh, you didn't mean this Friday!

Next time I am passing Stroud way I will pop in with MrsA.

Last time Mr Chris was here grim wasn't!!!

I was so looking forward to showing you the site and it saying "yes", but I had to update it when I couldn't be there.

I asked Craster to show you and you told him to tell me to fuck off

I'm pretty sure that's not what actually happened, you know. You didn't update it and said you wouldn't cos it didn't count cos you weren't there, or so Cras told me.

Although... both of us only have his word for it, the devious machiavellian ginger love monkey.

Well, not really, I mean, I updated it.

I could show you the SVN log, if you'd like?

He told me you didn't! The bastard!

Weren't you in Manchester back in the day?

He was indeed.

And Mimi?

Not unless Mr Chris went twice.

He fell asleep, what a twat.

Hello, lovelies.

Your two chefs for Friday night and Saturday morning would like to know how you'd feel about tossing £5 each into a "food and essentials" pot.

Normally this is covered in the "normal" payments, but either there are less people coming this year or it's costing more to rent them, or whatever.

If more people suddenly decide to come, this won't be a thing.

That's ok by me.

And fewer, obv.

Fine by me.

Sure.

OK with me

Fuck you, I'm not putting in an extra fiver.


Wait.

I'm probably going to need to sort out my own food unless it's somewhat lacking in gluten (unless I get some kind of indication that that isn't the cause of health problems.) but can put in if required.

It wouldn't be hard to adjust Friday night to be non-gluten for you, if we go with our current thinking.

Obviously we can't tell you - it's a surprise.

I demand gluten. All gluten, all the time.

Fine with me. Assuming there's bacon involved.

sure thing.

If I give you £5, will you send me bacon?

yes.

Come and get it, FFS.

Also the bacon.

b

Totes.

Sorry. I navigated away wrongly

What are you making, can I eat it? can you PM me and let me know if I promise I won't tell anyone, even Russell? I only ask as you might think I can eat it when I, in fact, cannot eat it.

I remember when Craster made me mushrooms and I loved him so hard that I almost considered killing myself and eating it anyway, because he cared enough to make me mushrooms. Deathshrooms, as usually I like to think of them, but in this case, loveshrooms.

Loveshrooms are the best shrooms.

No fucking mushrooms in what I cook.

Fucking mushrooms. Like loveshrooms, but more direct.

Four weeks!

What time are folks arriving on the Friday? I've got the day off so will be there early afternoon I expect.

Same.

I'll be there a bit before Craster.

Unless I turn the engine off and coast into a parking space, throwing myself out of the door into a perfect roll to standing.

I look forward to seeing that.

Me too, frankly.

STFY