I don't know why I am feeling this way. Perhaps it's because today is
when I hand this box of tricks back to the Doctor or more likely the
fact that after having this hall filled with friends, it now seems
strangely empty with just myself, my wife, Passepartout and William. In
case you are wondering the Doctor's taking everyone back home and then
coming to collect this box of tricks, so while we are waiting for him
let me tell you how yesterday's party went. In a nutshell it was a huge
success.
However, there were one or two slight hiccups. Firstly, Sir Lancelot
got scared by one of the Doctor's snow sculptures and pummelled it into
the ground. The chairman of the Reform Club made the mistake of
engaging the Doctor in a discussion about the weather and was still
listening to him half an hour later and I made the mistake of offering
Lancelot's son Gregory a sweet (which made him run around the front
garden for ten minutes). Thankfully we were all settled for the
midnight chimes of Big Ben. Now, I know what you're going to say. How
can he have the chimes of Big Ben in Staffordshire, when Big Ben is in
London? Well, that's answered by Big Ben II (or as I call it the main
clock in the hall) which I set to Big Ben the day we left London and
has kept meticulous time ever since and I also had installed the
Westminster Chime pattern as well. So at the stroke of midnight, Big
Ben chimed both in London and in Westwood Hall.
Ah, I can hear the TARDIS arriving now and here's the Doctor. I feel I
should thank you once again Doctor for giving me the chance to tell my
story over these last three years. No, no, I insist Doctor. Myself
inviting you to stay over Christmas was simply a means of thanking you
that's all for all the help you gave us in 1884, and with that I hand
over this record of that time.
Yours, Lord Fogg of Marylebone, dated this day January 1st 1886
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Posted By Harry Hayfield to The Blog of Phileas Fogg: 1883 onwards on
1/01/2010 09:38:00 PM
Received on Fri 01 Jan 2010 - 23:59:15 IST