Flushed with successfollowing the great Avon Cuttings’s planning armistice, Malcolm and Dave marched on to Dockland.

“Where’s my warehouse gone?” – called out Malcolm.

Eventually it was located in a dusty box on a high shelf.

“Windows – I need lots of them”

“What about the one’s that we printed for you last year”

“you’ve lost them – haven’t you” said a brave modeller as he hurredly made for the exit.