Folks,

It is Friday the 13th and that is supposed to be a very unlucky day. It could be. I walked in front of a black cat and a dog chased it up a thorny tree. I stepped over a ladder and it was blown away by the wind. I spilt some salt and that was soon dissolved by water. The mirror I broke was soon carried off in the trash. These were all unlucky things. Unlucky, but not for moi.

The mission I flew over Biggin last night was briefly exciting. I flew about making a nuisance of myself taking a squirt at one 109 after another until one of them finally took umbrage and pointed the business end of his 20mms in my direction. This was precisely when the briefly exciting bit took place.