Monday in Tilling

Captain H had to leave early this morning to catch his plane back to Gatwick. Last time he was diverted in terribly high winds to Stanstead and missed his day; today he was diverted to Orly as another passenger had a critical illness needing immediate treatment. Day lost. Think maybe I should publish his timetable so you know what planes to avoid.

Its lovely here. France is under a cold white blanket which has yet to hit us in Tilling. The TV is advising prudence and people clearly are staying home despite the clear blue sky - there is scarcely any traffic and the few you meet on the street want a chat because there is no-one else to talk to. Its a bit post-rapture. Oh, talking of which I hear that the aliens are getting near; the 'Space Brothers' [possibly aka giant green lizards] will arrive definitely this year. The Illuminati prevented them from landing last year but their power is ending. Then we'll see some changes....