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The Mrs Curbinand story has gone into a hole in the skirting board and I am currently kneeling in an extremely uncomfortable posture in front of the hole, waving tasty bits of story food and making improbable chirruping noises in the hope of enticing it out.

I may have to resort to the time-honoured device of WSE (Writing Something Else) to get it to come back. But I do know where Mrs C is going and it will continue. Eventually. Sorry about this.