Margaret fans: she's still missing I'm afraid. Wilf thought that he'd found a connection to some disgrunted cucumber growers in Nantes which may have bore a grudge towards Arbuthnot, but the trail led to a large greenhouse which housed few clues. The Commission have urged any witnesses to come forward with any news, which is scarce comfort to poor Aunt Marjorie and Uncle Roderick, the latter who has seemingly lived underground for the past few months.
Strange rumour about Arbuthnot #2: he likes to cover himself in Swarfega and rinses himself off with a garden hose.
As for me, well, it's DIY city chez moi. Young Sebastian was sent to my parents whilst a talented tradeswoman calling herself 'Linda's Luxury Laminate Laying' came over and sorted out the ground floor. I was recommended by a the woman in the pet shop who raved about her luxury flooring for pets range. I'm truly amazed, she's a marvel and has owned her own thriving business since her husband ran off with the manager of the local Homebase.
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