Jun 24, 1978 12:02
Sunday
All anyone seems able to talk about these days is Goblins. Now, I'm the friend of a friend who has had certain dealings with Goblins and while I try not to get many details, I still smell a rat (no offense meant, am certainly not suggesting that goblins smell of rat. Oh, dear...).
I would like to talk about the fact that it is the wee hours of the morning of the end of year feast. I await further instructions, Mr. Black.
-Evans, reporting all lines are clear here.
Psst, Remus: is all well on the 'home' front? Wink, wink, etc.?
7th year