I got rejected by the first of those three agents. Impersonal form letter. No useful info.
We're all trucking off to see Capt S this morning. Bringing gifts, fixing tech. Whatever the heck.
We have to be back home before 2PM.
You may now place your bets on whether or not Capt S lets us leave before 2PM.
But because of that, I have to get a wriggle on with my shit.
Place your bets. Place your bets...