Returned to the field this week to find my office barricaded once again, this time by judicious placing of an oak table and a large cannon. I managed to negotiate said obstacles and put my own fortifications in place, namely a 'themed' display of books relating to Operation Desert Storm. 'That'll teach the buggers' I thought.
No sooner was this plan put into action than the enemy within retaliated with strategic placement of a bar, complete with barman and assorted wines, spirits and mixers; who attempted appeasement in the form of vodka and tonics. Naturally, being a reasonable sort of soldier, I accepted, while retaining the right to strike back if need be.
Shortly after this, a vicar appeared at the bar. One can only assume that he'd received a dispatch relating to the removal of the Cannon and thought he'd better investigate. He was seen off with a large glass of cranberry juice (must have been C of E) and I returned to my cataloguing.
Meanwhile, I have been indulging in a spot of imperialist expansionism myself and have taken control of the Library on the other side of the square. I would like to add that the fact that their wine cellar extends half way across the square, had nothing to do with my acceptance of their offer of an alliance. I'd like to add that.....
