Today and tomorrow, I shall be visiting the youngest of the siblings, who’s busy turning [age censored for reasons of self-preservation].
So I’ll not be about; instead I’ll be driving along some (allegedly) fine driving roads in Scotland. Which should be nice.
Don’t go wreaking the place when I’m gone, y’hear?
When you say ‘wreaking’ do you mean as in ‘havoc’?
Or is it just your dyslexia again?