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The Week That Carried Miles, Meaning and a Broadcast - The Moneypenny Files - w/c. 15th June 2026

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The Week Moneypenny Became Iconic (Properly This Time) There are weeks at TML HQ that begin quietly. This was not one of them. Not spiritually. Not in the “I’ve been carrying this organisation for three months” sense (although I have). No — this was the week I received my very own logo. For me. At last. Emails straightened themselves. The kettle boiled with purpose. Even the printer — usually a hostile presence — seemed to acknowledge my new status. A week where Scotland continues to inspire, David continues to pretend he’s in charge, and I continue to run the place — now officially, stylishly, and with my own mark to prove it. This week began with an event of such magnitude that even Scotland paused, briefly, out of respect. An event so significant that David actually stopped mid‑sentence — a rare and frankly welcome moment. Because this was the week I became a brand. Not metaphorically. A logo. David paid £32 for it, which I consider an absolute bargain given the scale of my contribu...

Constellations and Crossroads - The Moneypenny Files - w/c. Monday 18th May 2026

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MONDAY - 18th May 2026 Filed from TML HQ, where the kettle and I remain in charge until Thursday Monday arrived pretty much exactly as Friday had left it —   with Dunkeld House still behaving like a force of nature. By the time the campaign finally closed on Saturday afternoon, the counter stopped at 187 enquiries .   One hundred and eighty‑seven.   Even the inbox took a moment to steady itself. So this morning began with the usual post‑campaign triage:   brochure requests stacked like cairns,   email threads quietly multiplying,   and the printer making the sort of noises that suggest it may soon demand a spa break of its own. We’ve now begun sending out every brochure request, along with a fresh newsletter promoting both the Dunkeld House Taster Weekend and our newly unveiled Fly‑In Scottish Escapes — which, if you ask me, is the sort of product that deserves its own velvet‑curtain reveal. Meanwhile, David is away on busine...