If you'd have ether-mailed me the feckin' yoghurt in the first place, none of this would have happened! I've now got a furious semi-formed ectoplasmic
disembodied mystic sulking in my Chimney! For fuck's sake, I'll have to invoke Ethel Axl Mermen Rose to squawk the bugger out. Mind you, it'd be worth it. There's not much worse than sulky chanting coming down your chimney.