You know, I was just thinking about this fic the other day. So glad it's continuing. I definitely couldn't have slept in that inn, even with a Jack or Ianto to pillow up against. Mysterious, spooky-doo shenanigans are afoot!

I hope certain "props" from Geraldine's wedding are still kicking around Dibley for Jack and Ianto to find. That would be hilarious. Of course Jack noticed Geraldine's magnificent bosom, but I suppose even blind people couldn't miss that.

And whilst I didn't Google the Hornets, I did Google Wayne Corcoran (because, yes, I am that shallow).