See my face

I found an internet cafe here in the city. My face is fixed in a perpetual grin. We won!

The island is a long way away and, I would suggest, a few days away too. We're staying on here in the city for a couple of days at least if for no other reason than trying to find my cassock. I left it in a pub and I fear someone may be using it for dishonest means.

I got trapped in Cardiff Castle for a little while yesterday, but managed to scale the perimeter wall to free myself. I met up with a lady from the Holy Orders as well, details of which I shan't divulge here just yet.

Of great interest was the arrival of the Bishop in the city. We left him in a foul mood on the island, but he calmed down and concluded that he would need to keep an eye on us. He met up with us at The Cayo, arriving to much tooting and name-calling from the Irish fans.

I reached a strange place yesterday when I realised we had won. I was in raptures and that's all that matters. Grown men were crying, women were hugging each other, friends clasped hands and embraced. What a day. What a life. My God.