This week a truce seems to have been declared and for the first time in months, I was able to take up my position without dismantling any barricades. The cannon had returned to its post guarding the front desk and there was not a vicar in sight - must make a note to reassure George Carey that we are not shooting Christians.
What's more, the CO seems to be in the mood for compromise: the old carrot-and-stick manoeuvre. Chances are, if we relinquish our hold on the western library front, we'll be moved to a new fort complete with bespoke ammo (bookcases) and maybe even a few toy soldiers should we care to re-enact any of Napoleon's campaigns in the near future. The Scouse Historian has not reappeared to demand the right to rifle through my archives in search of secret despatches from the lines at Waterloo - must make a note to distract him when he does.
Meanwhile the expansion into East India is proceeding smoothly - shame I don't drink tea as offers are flooding in from all sides and the locals are terribly friendly: they include a man from Dagenham - don't know his name, but he's certainly Barking - must make a note to get him promoted.
Must sign off now - Royal Engineers expected to sort out the officers mess (I know - at their age they ought to clean it up themselves) - must make a note to buy them a broom.
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