Having heard today that I passed some high-fallutin' professional qualification exams, there won't be much from me tonight as I intend to get gently shit-faced ... and Fanny P has offered to dust off the once-thought-mythical purse, and pay the bill. What a day!
I can but report, thanks to an eagle-eyed fellow jewel robber, that the advancement of flour and eggs to the banned substances list in autumn, is becoming a nationwide phenomenon.
Those oiks in East London are being made to look a bit chavvy by the home counties, too. Thames Valley police have kindly printed up posters for local retailers. All special, like.