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03 January 2011
Igor, blimey, I don't know
Igor took this photo from the bell tower today. He delivered it to the drawing room in a breathless state of excitement (having run the whole length of the west wing's auxiliary corridor) and, beaming from ear to ear, exclaimed "Schir! Itsch schnowing!" He's just a big kid at heart,... a fact quite lost on the local villagers,... enough with the pitchforks and burning torches already!