Next time we'll be more crowded

I return to the monastry to find that some bastard has removed Anna from the noticeboard. Despair kicks in.

Because of my failing my test, I've gone back to catching lifts into work where available. Luckily, my driver (who is still sunning himself out in Iraq somewhere) has been replaced by another engineer from Swin, so I'll be able to get a lift into work most days.

Later . . .