The drums have gone quiet. That's when you have to worry. Remember the old films? You are in a state of high anxiety when you hear the war drums and distant whoops. But then they stop. That's when the cold sweat breaks. Are they on their way here? The weakest start to panic and jabber, then the tough guy slaps me across the face. Ok, I've calmed down now.
I'll get the papal election chimney setup. That'll keep me busy for a while. Now who was that real old chap we used to get to go up on the roof. I'll have to lookup his number and see if he's still alive. I doubt it, the way he was climbing last time.