I’m off to visit our sister company in the treacherous mountains of East Sussex. There I shall do battle with trolls and goblins, with witches and demons, with dragons and shapeshifters. I shall be cut off from the rest of reality for a while (no change there) and may well suffer pangs of longing for the mysteries of WordPress. I cannot have them though. I must deny myself. I shall be in meetings.
Think of me as I languish in the dungeons of meetingdom. Think of me as I combat the evils of marketing and the perils of accounts. Think of me, dear friends. I shall not be gone for long.
Now, I must depart. My trusty steed, South West Trains, awaits.
*rides off waving*
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