Right ho then, that is the silver (plate I see) punch bowl drained, tweeny in the supermarket trolley for the way home (good job it is down hill) Conservatory locked, 1 - 2 -3 gnomes, key underneath - phew what a relief. Hmmm - see the duck house is gently rocking and there is not much tidal movement in the moat tonight. Oh well night night flicrat - watch out for the slate nails, blooming trolley has a mind of its own. Nite nite milady and his ludship <waves at turrets>. Won' need to bother with the portcullis - the dawn is rising and it will save the gardner time when his shift starts shortly. Oh good I have done 3.5 hours overtime - how much is that now? Oh beggar it, I will only have to pay myself - as usual. Goodnight mofc, sweet dream and ttfn x