Muffins, Museums and Marijuana
To: Sarah-Jane Chlamydia Rossington-Smythe.
Subject: Sometimes duty is not enough!
Sometimes I feel that my mother might not have had my best interests at heart when she charged me with the running of the group. Although the occasional bring-and-buy sale and cake-bake still brighten my mood, it was one of the more unfortunate days I have experienced.
I am still mystified as to how Ms. Zimmer managed to get the Thundersley into the pedestrian tunnels around South Kensington and apologise unreservedly for the panic that her arrival caused. The abandonment of the Thundersley in the tunnel was a foolhardy act in my opinion but Ms. Zimmer was quite insistent that Enid should not to be disturbed any further and be collected at the end of our visit.
Arriving at the Museum was, as always, a pleasure, despite Mrs Jackman’s sudden hysterical attack. I was aware she had a slight phobia towards natural wood panelling, but I was unaware of how serious it had become. Eventually she took shelter in the Mammals gallery and I was attempting to extricate her from the whale at the time you rushed past.
I am, however, most grateful for both your and Ms Hawksby’s support in dealing with the group while I was so engaged. The process took a considerable amount of time – not to mention formaldehyde – before she was rendered unconscious and could be dragged free. I was then forced to accompany her to the nearest Mormon hospital and only managed to arrive back at the station to meet Ms Hawksby and the rest of the group.
The first I became aware that all was not well was when I noticed Ms. Zimmer in a state of some distress. Even now the facts have not quite sunk in, and since the consequences of this are too terrible to contemplate I understand why your members are reluctant to speak of it.
The truth of the matter is as follows:
The Thundersley is missing!