Just to let you know that Wee Angus has located said muse but I am not sure I want her back: She was found sleeping soundly under a bench on the Quarter Deck, snoring, a most unseemly way for a muse to sleep, and wearing silk pajamas, not supplied by me, and her feet dirty. Has she been slumming in the bottom deck with the trolls? Or have some of that other gang been leading her astray? Angus and I are perfectly respectable servants of the Captain and someone is seems out to get us into strife. Do I have to call in a couple of your dragons to keep this ridiculous situation in order? All suggestions welcome. The CPO–Angus sends his regards but reminds that his biscuit tin is down to two broken bits

Your muse probably has some really good stories to tell.
By: Lori on February 17, 2009
at 4:20 am
Can’t believe I just found your cabin! I read all the way through. You have always charmed me and continue to do so. I love Wee Angus. Hope that muse shapes up.
Much love,
Barbara-porchsitter-Believer and whomever I may be in the future
By: porchsitter on March 8, 2009
at 6:02 pm
Dear Fran,
Angus (: has been doing an excellent job, and has been made mention of in a letter from Speck.
http://unitybell.wordpress.com/2009/03/11/dear-unity/
By: pearlz on March 11, 2009
at 12:46 am
This really is lovely Fran. My muse has been lying prostrate, hand on forehead, exhausted from watching me run round getting Carnforth ready for sale. Now that the hard work has all been done the wretch is talking about how we can do this, that and the other. Well SHE will be the one who has to wait now
By: Heather Blakey on March 14, 2009
at 10:44 pm