Sep 18, 2007 16:09
My own,
I know I've promised you dinner this evening (all right, I know, I promised you dinner Saturday evening and had to cancel then) but I'm afraid I'm simply buried in work. You know if I could escape I would, but since the bombing and the attack on the Hogwarts Express every single department has ramped up their information-gathering and I have to sift through all these thousands of reports and without Asa or a competent replacement it's hard going. Deshanks can't do everything, she hardly has time to get tea of an afternoon and you know how she gets if she hasn't had her tea.
I'll make it up to you, I swear I will, as soon as the Ministry is running at full pace and not limping along trying to play catch up. I know Deshanks can wrangle me tickets to a Hallowe'en panto and we're sure to be caught up by then.
I do love you, you know that.
J.