Here is a photo of neighbors helping to dig me out the rubble after the dual impacts from attacks directed at my home by DanR and Mycroft.
Sherlock Holmes' deranged brother Mycroft has attacked me without provocation of any sort on my part. A friendly envelope with a few bowls of Ennerdale apparently unhinged him. Perhaps it was the heliotrope.
Further analysis of the imagery reveals a collectable box which Audrey says she can dispose of safely. (She loves the box, Sather! )
The excellent tobacco contained therein contributed to the severe collateral damage.
Not satisfied with a simple pipe tobacco bomb, Mycroft felt compelled to increase the payload with:
(Our photoanalysis experts are trying to solve the mystery behind the inexplicably rotated image.)
Still not satisfied, he included a formidably devastating piece of apparel, probably stolen from his brother.
A threatening letter was found within the book.
My Dear Jim,
In response to your dreadful attack on The Diogenes Club and myself, I have taken the liberty to depart from my usual habits and have decided to retaliate with all the force I can currently muster. Though my brother, Sherlock, has described me as "a man of no ambition and no energy" and as a man who "will not even go out of his way to verify his own solutions, and would rather be considered wrong than take the trouble to prove himself right." I can assure you that in your case, I am happy to make an exception. I hope my retaliatory actions will have the upmost effect upon you.
Good Day Sir,
Mr. Mycroft Holmes
Although my forces are currently in some disarray, the weakness is only temporary. The Diogenes Club will not escape a retaliatory strike, I can tell you that.