Calling all recipients of our quarterly newsletter! Before you all get in touch, we know there is a mistake in the October version. Not a serious one really, but galling. Read on. We've been having problems with our email system so we're a few days late sending the newsletter. Our web expert managed to sort things out so - hurray - we were able to send it. Clang! The draft version of the newsletter contained a mistake. We spotted it, we did really. And corrected it. Then the un-corrected version got attached to the email by mistake. Expletive deleted. If you're wondering what the error is, the title of our booklet about the Manx triskelion, Three Legs Good , is a nod to George Orwell's Animal Farm (obviously!) and not 1984 as the newsletter states. Sorry everyone. (On the other hand, if you enjoy finding mistakes, then this one is for you...!)
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