Aloha from the citadel.

Pfidze has satisfactorily recuperated, you'll be perhaps pleased to heed. Her infirmity has confined her to the Hope High Castle* hostel just off the Billham junction. As such, I have demonstrated pinnacle virtue in acquiescing and uprooting Funlimited Entertainment's base of operations. I have moored the FunlEnt ganglion in a prudently sequestered sector of the dining room. It's so-so. My "desk" is parked adjacent to shelves of needlework manuals and unfamiliar board games. Ever heard of Fête Expectations? Nor had I.

Proprietor Marjorie Ipple has received me into her bosom most cordially†. I am fond of her. Eve last, I invited her to share a meal (a dinner each, not a single dish). Candles. Radio 4. The frisson of isolation. I don't feel it erroneous to profess there was romance in the air... w ...