I can't believe I haven't talked to ewe since Saturday. Considering all that went down it's a wonder I'm still here. It was a squeaker but we did it. We got the chapter out. If it wasn't for the hospitable native family from the jungle who helped me set up my blogcasting equipment in their casino tent that horrible night it would never have happened. Thank you Mr and Mrs. Many Rope Ladders, your son Nose in a Scroll and daughter Green Onion. If you are ever in my neck of the woods and wearing clothes, do look me up.
Testing done on the soil of the blast site showed traces of leather, glue, sweat and paint. It was just as I feared. Francesca Fiori had used her biggest card yet, the six thousand shoe bomb. Not actually six thousand shoes, just the power of. It is believed that she possesses a bomb with the power of six million shoes. Let's pray it's just a rumour. I can't promise my reaction would be measured.
But enough of all this sturm and drang, what has happened, has happened. In the end we will prevail because it is the will of ewe that I do. Francesca and Dr. Robert Young can huff and puff all they want but in the end, all they will be is out of breath. And just because I don't have a state of the art production facility, doesn't mean I can't entertain you which bring you to this picutre my friend Dominic did. I think it's very sad and that makes me feel hopeful.