There’s something hiding in the lounges, Mr HFHFFlyer
This email (subject as above) just literally arrived as I was enjoying a glass of LPGS in the CCR. I immediately assumed it was an emergency alert about the rodent problem, jumped up, grabbed a bottle of Whispering Angel and threw my chair aside and prepared to do battle.
Alas it is something about art. An odd email to say the least. Tone deaf in the current overcrowding situation. But there you go.