Tom is in the middle of a house move I think. I am still unpacking from my last move in 1996 so understand there maybe a gap in website articles.

"Then there's the enchanting prospect of a torchlit sleigh ride for two, Huw", Lady Penelope continues, her large brown eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's arrange it for a moonlit night when the castle grounds are blanketed in a fresh layer of snow, each flake a unique masterpiece. They'll huddle under thick furs, their breaths visible in the frosty air, creating small clouds that disappear as quickly as they form. The horses, their breath misting in the cold, will pull them through the silent woods beyond the castle, their hooves crunching in the snow. I'll whisper to the snowflakes, urging them to weave a love story in the air."

"That sounds quite magical, Lady Penelope," Huw responds, his voice filled with admiration for her imaginative plan.

"You'll have everything ready, Huw?"

"Certainly, Lady Penelope", Huw responds, his voice echoing the warmth of the room. "The sleigh you're referring to is a vintage piece, a beautiful testament to the castle's rich history. It's been meticulously maintained over the years, its polished mahogany surface gleaming under the soft glow of the lanterns. The padded velvet seats are as comfortable as ever, promising a cosy ride through the snowy landscape."

"Very good, Huw."

"The sleigh is currently housed in the old carriage house, a stone's throw away from the castle courtyard. It's nestled amidst other carriages and vintage vehicles, each with its own story to tell. The carriage house, though not frequently visited, is well-kept, ensuring the preservation of these historical pieces."

"And its condition, Huw?"

"As for the condition of the sleigh, rest assured, Lord Trevelver, it's in excellent shape. The runners are smooth and well-oiled, promising a swift, silent glide over the snow. The reins, too, are sturdy, ready to guide the horses through the castle grounds."

"Very good, Huw."

"In preparation for the torchlit sleigh ride, I'll ensure that the sleigh is brought out, cleaned, and prepared. The furs will be aired, the pine twig torches made ready in their holders, and the head gamekeeper will check the path for the ride for any obstacles. Jonas Cares knows every inch of the castle grounds. I'll speak with the stable hands to have the horses ready as well."

"Excellent, Huw. Jonas knows the grounds as well as you and Gwendolyn know this castle. As always, you have thought of everything."

"Thank you, Lady Trevelver. I believe the sleigh ride under the moonlit sky will indeed be a magical experience for Giles and Eli. The castle grounds, blanketed in snow, will provide a breathtaking backdrop for their ride. And who knows, the magic of the ride might just be the catalyst for the spark we're hoping to kindle between them." His voice, filled with anticipation and hope, fades into the crackling of the log fire, leaving behind a sense of excitement for the magical moments to come.

"And, finally, the castle Clock Tower," Lady Penelope continues, her voice echoing in the room. "At the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve, you and I will lead them to the top, Charles. The ancient gears will turn, counting down the seconds, their rhythmic ticking a reminder of the fleeting nature of time. They'll stand, side by side, on the balcony, overlooking the snow-kissed landscape bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. As the castle clock strikes midnight, marking the beginning of the New Year, they could share a special moment, making wishes and setting intentions for the year ahead. We'll ask them to raise their glasses of champagne, toasting to new beginnings and forever afters."

"That's an excellent suggestion, Penny", Lord Trevelver agrees, his voice filled with pride. I believe Giles and Eli will appreciate these thoughtful gestures. It's all in the spirit of love and new beginnings."

"Yes, Charles", Lady Penelope responds, her voice filled with hope. "Let's hope that the magic of Christmas, along with the warmth and familiarity of their friendship, will kindle that final vital spark between Giles and Eli. I believe they are made for each other, and I hope that this Christmas, they might finally see that too."

"That's a beautiful sentiment, my dear", Lord Trevelver acknowledges, his voice filled with the deepest affection.

A shame you find a company helping commemorate such an important event in history in conjunction with contributions to such a charity 'non news'

Quote from: Newportnobby on Yesterday at 11:35:15 PMDapol announced D Day 80th Anniversary 7 plank wagons in both pristine and weathered finishes with a donation going to the British Legion from the sale of each wagon

https://www.dapol.co.uk/blogs/news/d-day-80th-heroes-remembered-in-n-oo-o-gauge

I'm not sure that counts, it's not like it's a new design, or even an authentic livery.

Regards,

John P

Dapol announced D Day 80th Anniversary 7 plank wagons in both pristine and weathered finishes with a donation going to the British Legion from the sale of each wagon

https://www.dapol.co.uk/blogs/news/d-day-80th-heroes-remembered-in-n-oo-o-gauge

Perhaps there is no news for N gauge.

I can't think of any since the tanks and the Twins, or have I missed something?

He logged in to RMWeb earlier today, but that is a bit odd. Hopefully all's ok.

Lady Penelope, resplendent in her favourite midnight velvet dress that shimmers under the soft lamplight, gathers with her devoted husband, Lord Trevelver, and their loyal Head Butler, Huw Jenkins. They convene around a grand mahogany table that dominates her private study. The room, redolent with the comforting scent of beeswax and the nostalgic aroma of aged paper, serves as a tranquil sanctuary against the winter's mesmerising dance of snowflakes that pirouette beyond the tall arched stone-framed windows.

Huw, with practised precision, serves them Earl Grey tea, its citrusy aroma wafting from a delicate porcelain teapot, an heirloom from a bygone era. The fire crackles in the hearth, its flickering flames casting a warm, inviting glow that dances on their faces, softening the lines of time and care. In the corner, a stately grandfather clock stands sentinel, its rhythmic ticking a soothing testament to time and tradition.

"Thank you both for joining me in this informal gathering", Lady Penelope begins, her voice a gentle melody in the quiet room. "As you're well aware, the matter of Giles and Eli has been weighing heavily on my mind of late. I've been ruminating on some plans that necessitate your invaluable assistance. My idea is to create natural situations where Giles and Eli would find themselves spending time together. We won't make it obvious, just subtle nudges to encourage closer interaction between them. I believe this could be instrumental in strengthening their bond."

Lord Trevelver, his interest piqued, leans forward, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Capital idea, Penny. Do elaborate further." His voice, rich and deep, echoes softly in the room, a testament to their shared anticipation of the plan's unfolding.

"The festive season, with its inherent charm and merriment, particularly our grand Christmas Ball, presents a perfect opportunity for them to see each other in a new light. Perhaps we could pair them for a game during the festivities, a game that would require cooperation and camaraderie," Lady Penelope suggests, her eyes sparkling with the prospect.

"That sounds like a truly wonderful idea, Penny", Lord Trevelver agrees, his voice filled with admiration for his wife's ingenuity.

"I envision our castle transformed into a haven of warmth and intimacy, resplendently adorned with Christmas decorations that twinkle like stars in the night sky. The halls filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon, the soft glow of fairy lights reflecting off the polished surfaces, creating an atmosphere of comfort, joy, and festive cheer", Lady Penelope continues, her words painting a vivid picture in their minds.

"That sounds quite magical, Lady Penelope," Huw responds, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "My wife and I are certainly aiming to create such an enchanting atmosphere. I believe our esteemed guests will greatly appreciate the effort and the attention to detail."

"Thank you, Huw," Lady Penelope acknowledges, her smile warm and sincere.

"We shall make this a Christmas to remember", Huw assures, his tone confident and supportive. His words echo in the room, a promise of the enchanting festivities to come.

"I had initially thought that Giles and Eli could be asked to lend a hand with the Christmas decorations, Huw. However, they will both still be in Chelsea", Lady Penelope continues, her voice laced with a hint of regret.

"Yes, my dear", her husband responds, his tone thoughtful. "Jeremy has warned me that Giles expects to be kept in Chelsea longer than anticipated due to complications with a delayed shipment of fine Italian wines. It seems he will have to travel down on the 4 pm Special from Waterloo to Penmayne on the 23rd which should arrive at Cant Cove at 11:38 pm."

"I see, Charles, just in time for Christmas Eve, then," Lady Penelope replies, her determination unwavering. "I will leave it to Jeremy and you to ensure that Giles joins us by Christmas Eve! We need him here amidst the family, including Eli, in time for the festivities. Remember what Lady Gaia warned us: We're in for a long, hard winter."

"We will do our very best, Penny", Lord Trevelver assures, his voice firm and resolute.

"Then, the mistletoe", Lady Penelope continues, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Huw, I want you to have it hung strategically in the castle's hidden alcoves. I imagine Eli and Giles finding themselves beneath berried branches, their cheeks flushed with the cold, their hearts racing with the thrill of the unexpected."

"Certainly, Lady Penelope. Consider it done," Huw responds, his voice filled with understanding. "A romantic gesture indeed. The castle will be filled with the magic of Christmas and the promise of new beginnings."

"Thank you, Huw", Lady Penelope acknowledges, her smile warm and sincere. "As you may expect, the next item on my list is the Great Hall. The traditional Christmas Eve-Christmas Morning grand ball waltzes. I envision Eli, radiant in her midnight blue silk chiffon gown that compliments her eyes, and Giles, dashing in his tailored suit, as her partner on the dance floor. We'll watch in admiration as they move closer, their steps matching an inner harmony, their connection palpable."

"That sounds enchanting, Penny", Lord Trevelver agrees, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight.

"Next is our magnificent Library", his wife continues, her voice filled with excitement. "Eli and Giles will engage in a poetry recital by flickering candlelight among the shelves and leather armchairs. The quiet rustle of pages turning, the soft whispers of their conversation, the intimate setting... I believe it will provide them with the perfect opportunity to connect on a deeper level."

"A splendid plan, my dear", Lord Trevelver agrees, his voice filled with admiration for his wife's ingenuity. "This Christmas will indeed be one to remember." His words echo in the dark oak-panelled room, a promise of the enchanting festivities to come.

Is anyone aware of a problem with this site which has not been updated since 16th March?

https://www.ngaugenews.com

I dropped @TomE a PM a couple of weeks ago and have had no response

On 5th March, I called Virgin Media to advise them that Vodafone would be taking over my phone number on 22nd March and I was also giving my 30 day notice of ending my Virgin Internet. On 22nd, my phone number duly moved over. It says in the blurb that it should be up and running by midnight - I could make calls, but not receive them for 3 more days, as "they have to give OpenReach time to make checks" - then they should have put that in their literature!


Anyway, all has been well, since then, except that Virgin took another month's payment on 2nd April.

My notice period ran to the 5th, so I left it, expecting that they'd refund the difference after the service ended, but no. I called them last week and spent ages explaining what had happened and was told that it would be dealt with and I'd receive a call within 48 hours (extended to 72 hours due to the weekend). No call.

This morning, I received an email advising me that they'd be taking more money at the beginning of May (less as the phone was no longer included). Another lengthy phone call, as the person (with an incomprehensibly thick accent) couldn't grasp the problem and repeatedly put me on hold to go and check previous notes and talk to someone else.

Finally told they'll disconnect today and I'll receive the backdated refund. So far I've had an email confirming disconnection today - fingers crossed that it happens and that the refund happens ... then I'm cancelling the Direct Debit, as I don't trust them not to mess it up and take payment again!

I'd heard that it was difficult to leave Virgin and there'd been a huge number of complaints about it. It's time the regulator forced the companies to make it as easy to leave, as to join - a nice easy, "LEAVE" button on the account, instead of forcing people to go through the retentions team, who waste your time and then mess things up.