We apologise for the break in transmission
As the editor will be departing later today and is not scheduled to return to Bracknell Towers until next Tuesday, Lady Bracknell will be effectively silenced during that period by dint of the fact that the computing device is as much of a mystery to her as are the workings of the internal combustion engine to her editor.
Demonstrating the want of character and fortitude which all too often typifies members of the lower orders, the editor spent much of yesterday evening threatening to spend the next week "hiding under the duvet" and expressing - to all who would listen - her fears at the potential havoc the trip might wreak on her enfeebled frame. Only after several hours of combined threats and blandishments from Young Master Marmite, the delightful Becca, and the inimitable Pop was she persuaded to retract her threats and agree to at least attempt the journey. Her facial expression this morning remains, however, somewhat reminiscent of that of a more than ordinarily nervous rabbit caught in the beam from the headlights of an approaching motor car.
She is disproportionately distressed by the fact that, having purchased - at considerable expense - powerful spare batteries for her digital camera, she now cannot remember where she put them for safe keeping. Despite her unfamiliarity with all things technological, Lady Bracknell is quietly confident that such batteries must be available for ready money from numerous retail outlets in London. That being the case, once the editor is safely returned to the bosom of Bracknell Towers, there is nothing more certain than that photographs of the celebrations will be appearing on these pages.
For the present, however, Lady Bracknell (and her editor) must bid au revoir to this blog's loyal readers. Normal service will resume towards the end of next week.