That ain't interesting news, but it does contribute to the hilarity of my current situation. Nothing would be funny if it had turned out that I had no WIGGLE room, and I mean that literally. But WIGGLE I have, enough to be able to grab the video camera that I still cannot work well, and by WIGGLE and GIGGLE I submit this multimedia assessment of my current predicament:
Should I fail to extricate myself from this dastardly conundrum, it has been fun knowing you, Sweet Readers. I will be the smiling corpse on the very clean floor in the back bedroom, West Wing, Marlinspike Hall, deep, deep in the Tête de Hergé.