Soaring Ambitions of Col. Trevelyan Makeshift-Hampton
Pardon the hiatus. Out recent legal tussles with Osbert Harbinger-Bastion, the last survivor of Trevelyan, appear to be settled so we can now proceed. We can publish the diaries and he gets the action figure and gaming rights.
Still snowed in at Camp 4. The chaps are getting very restless. We ate the last of the Knightley & Babbage Custard Creams at teatime. We tried to play a few games of billiards to keep our spirits up which was when I discovered that the Hendley had packed me a nineteen and a half ounce cue instead of my twenty-one and a quarter. Of course he had to made an example of so we fed him to the dogs. Can’t allow that sort of slovenliness. It could easily jeopardize the entire mission. The dogs are now in excellent spirits though I wonder if we might have made a mistake feeding them at night like that.