Flying Officer Kite here old chaps, and I must say it was a jolly wheeze this am winging all over a delightful piece of terra firma looking for a likely spot to put the old crate down for a cuppa. Bless me cotton socks if we didn’t land in the midst of a unruly bunch of coves, buttons undone and not a spot of Brycreem to be seen, Mother would have been appalled! Still, we did the best one can do to tidy them up and get them on parade.