Crumpets

I had a dream about Elvis and crumpets. He was sat on a rocking-chair and he had two crumpets in front of him, well-toasted, thick and covered in butter. The crumpets were called KING.

*edit* The crumpet was REAL. I saw the advert on telly. I thought I'd dreamt it *edit*

Borrowed a BBC sound-effects record from Father Gibbon to put the shits up visitors. Father Bradley ripped the face off of the locksmith. The police won't press charges though as Father Bradley's son is the Chief Constable and he's a mad bastard.

Father Black has been climbing the walls and fences again, trying to catch birds.