An Odd Arrival

Began decorating at an early hour. The colour scheme that I have settled on is very tasteful, very refined. There was something rather therapeutic about the whole process.

Mr Miles arrived at half past three with a party of four people. As is traditional Llewelyn telephoned from the Lodge Gates as an early warning for me. I stood to greet the party on the front steps. Two men and two women emerged from cars, and what an odd bunch they were. They were dressed primarily in black (I would have approved of this had the hour been later, but at that time in the afternoon it all seemed a little peculiar) and the bright orange waistcoat that Mr Miles was wearing stood out all the more in consequence. I reached out to take the bags off a burly gentleman who approached me, and, completely misunderstanding my intentions, he took my hand and shook it warmly, introducing himself as 'Remus'. Rather embarrassing. Only Mr Miles seemed to think this was unusual, but he hid his smile, and bade the group to follow him into the House.

I fear that with Miss Gemma and her friends in residence, and now joined by Mr Miles' odd companions, that this will not be a quiet weekend.