Elaine finally came back this week. She looks miserable as sin. Apparently it was her brother's funeral. Funny, I'd spoken to him the day before she left. He seemed fine to me.

I've been too busy to post here, what with Grimshaw whining at me about the medium I was investigating. He still thinks I'm too intolerant but if I find a fake, I say so.

Next week I'm visiting Marchway to get some accomodation sorted out. With luck I can persuade Elaine to do the same.