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.