Thanks for a flying visit.

So last weekend I flew back home to attend the birthday dinner of a colleague. Actually of a friend and soon not to be colleague anymore. I have accepted a new job, more on that later.

Goat trader girl was so surprised and grateful for my presence, really poor thing thinks it's all about her. The truth is, it's the restaurant I would die for not her. Anyway whilst she's delluding herself about her own importance it suits me fine since in the mail only a few days ago I get more Paul Smith esqué wrapped goodness.



I open both and find that... ta da...



More of my faviourite American cookie and a thank you card...


Scrummy just scrummy...