‘What the deuce!’ came the cry from out yonder. ‘It wasn’t like that earlier today, I’m sure of it! Something’s broken the poll!’
I’ll get Hercule Poirot, Jane Marple, Tom Barnaby, Kurt Wallander, Nancy Drew and all the rest on the case and see if I can fix it, or if the poll has to be re-made.
‘Stoopid bleedin’ thing,’ Traxy muttered under her breath, going to the layout page, pressing “Save” just to see if it does anything. ‘There,’ she says, casting a suspicious eye at the blog front page. ‘I think I fixed it.’