Aha

a great opportunity for rumour - by teatime there had been an unexploded bomb in the Thames, and (quite plausibly) thirteen unmarked bags left in the main entrance at breakfast. I tried to start one about my dear friend the Head of Drama, whose productions are always exciting. I could have linked this to yesterday's backblip - strange parcels.

Of course the real worry is when the emergency lorry for the septic tank starts unrolling the hoses.