Having heard nothing yesterday to request my presence in Sherwood or to direct my travel there, I'm still in Cornwall.

I expect to make a late lunch in St Austell this afternoon, and while I'd planned to pay a visit there to an apothecary recommended by Otto Strangeweale as having compounded the powder that eases adolescent menstrual infelicities like no other, I could set that visit aside if need be. As I've said, however, I'm expected tomorrow morning in the Lake District for a seminar, and it would be awkward, indeed, if I were to go missing from that.

I do wish you would make clear what you wish from me with respect to Snape and his health. He seems to believe he requires little or nothing from me.