And may I say that you and Calanthe are suffering from the price of success? I've a very small cadre of readers (in public, I call them 'select and discriminating'), and all of them, even including Yanks as well as expats, along with the True Brits, get the jokes. It's when one writes as brilliantly as do you, and Calanthe, and, say, Blythely, that one acquires a readership that no longer twigs to the Apparating Forecast on the WWN, say, or 'Through the Wood' ('Oh HELLO Mr Wood! I'm Lucius and this is my friend Ginger! Troll right in...').

As I say, the costs of being so damned good.