Right boys. That's it. I'm calling it. Work week over. Everyone out. Wait, someone took care of that.
Evening chaps from somewhere behind the Berlin wall. We move at dawn, from the NE to avoid their radar, in a 4-4 formation. I can't tell you when I'm coming back. It's classified.
Jeff, hopefully you are a little bit lighter on your feet this morning, after birthday shenanigans. Otherwise you just watched the notebook for jack all. Happy birthday for yesterday mate.
Darcy, No bake sale, but it there were, my light and fluffy Victoria sponge would sell out in minutes. And don't even get me started on my chewy meringue.
007 out.