Well, you’re not going to believe what uncle Frank has managed to do!
Despite being attacked by a wild(ish) animal, torn limb from limb, zombified and reduced to a most definitely dead pile of body parts, Banks and Hettie are back in our employ!
Uncle Frank’s little ritual by the light of the full moon last night has raised their spirits from the grave and tethered them to the family pile.
I was a little suspicious of their capabilities regarding manual labour but they seem able to casually throw furniture and crockery around like nobody’s business.
Frank and Mewtrier have headed out again tonight, looking for the grave of Genghis Khan who, legend has it, was buried somewhere near our fish pond. He has also become an avid reader of the obituaries column in the local newspaper… mmm.