I knew ....

we shouldn't have stashed that body between the floor boards. It was bound to make itself known eventually!

Backblip - as we have had nearly 24 hours without internet connection - it felt like my right arm had been cut off (and stashed in the ceiling?!)

The arm is a prop of some sort. It was left on my desk by a colleague the other day (long story). Subsequently it has been used by me to scare the bejeezus out of other colleagues.

So turnabout was fairplay I guess. When I came downstairs on Saturday morning, Corin had stuffed the arm into a hole in the ceiling (which he needs to fix!) and left the hand dangling - off course, I am came downstairs feeling a bit groggy (not a morning person) and yelped as I saw it. One of James' friends screamed like a girl when he saw it.

We're leaving it there as a feature.