They've a spare SE5. When my lottery numbers come up, I'm having one of those... just see if I don't.
Oh that I was back in the dear old PBI.
With no more Triplanes on me tail, nor tracer tracing by.
And no more flames and clickerty-clack and no more blooming sky,
And only a couple of feet to fall whenever I want to die.
No. 56 Squadron Song