I was piss wet through, inappropriate soaked footwear and it was raining. The water-blaster was playing up and I’d smashed the brush thing by running over a stone. As the pressure dropped, old JSP came into my head and I chortled to myself. I’ll be honest, Billy…it was a souless endeavour, but it was still better than being in the same building as her. How can I put this…she’s moved into the Departure Lounge today. I’ll PM you with any developments.