Return Of The King.

I hear through the grapevine, well a bottle of wine actually, that the master of mirth, Eastcliff (Frodo Baggins) Richard, is returning to our sunny chores today.
I'd certainly like to attend the ticker-tape parade and soak up some of the inevitable elation with the throng but unfortunately I'm having a new shim fitted today, so won't be mobile for a bit.
Will be drinking a toast, and maybe eating a coffee, later though!