After a fraught twelve hours, peace has been restored to the Burrow, and the off-scene hurling of stink bombs has ceased.
Anticant is ensconced in his favourite chair in the ingle nook, with a pile of books and itinerant marmalade cats.
Lavenderblue is making preliminary sketches for her forthcoming masterly depiction of the jaunty Ben Trovato.
Ben and the Beadle are busy sprucing up the Snug in anticipation of a weekend dropin by trousers and friends and an August State Visit from the Naked Kayaker.
Wooffie is dreaming of his alcoholic monastery mountain home and Dame Barbara's pearls.
A warm welcome for the weekend, everyone!