Apologies for the silence over the past few weeks. Private Frazer has been in the Kingdom of Fife tending to a dear old maiden aunt who had promised me a wee something in her will. She was in pretty ill health and despite my best attention she made a full recovery, so I’ve had to come back to work.
The corpses have been stacking up in the parlour and I’ll try to lay a few of them to rest next week.
And we’ve the unrestrained joy of the latest ABC figures in a few days. The more optimistic of the circulation managers of the Private’s acquaintance think they’ll be ‘grim’; the pessimistic ones are talking of a ‘bloodbath’. But one man’s tragedy is another man’s excuse to have a wee chuckle, so it’ll be smiles all the way here in Walmington.