We, in Scotland, have the equivalent of the Duchess of Richmond’s Ball; 'Operation Haggis Supper'. This, I suppose now that it has become a tradition, is a finely honed and strictly time tabled op.
Signals sent out two weeks ago to 'last minute detail' “Meet 2100hrs OB West coast of Scotland” Replied to this time by Mike C (Northern England). ETD 1700hrs.
1930hrs Colin L en route to Glasgow Airport. ETA 2010hrs.
Kracken Man lands 2020hrs. Ten minutes and a cavity search later (he's got form for smuggling toy soldiers) and he's through airport to Colin. On meeting, Colin signals “The budgie has landed” and sets off west towards sand-table giving ETA. Will update ETA at town limits.
2030hrs Mike arrives at sand-table (faints at spectacle, but recovers) Mike set's off for chippy 2035hrs.
Haggis Suppers purchased. Signal; “the haggis is dripping hot fat on my jeans”. This is code for get-a-move-on. We return to sand table for ETA
2100hrs Start suppers.
2102Hrs first beer.
2104Hrs perambulate around table checking dispositions to Napoleonic music tape (dancing optional)
Typical. You spend years preparing a particular event and when it finally arrives you feel unwell. Still, I hope that my malady doesn't put the kibosh on others fun. I can still watch and throw peanuts.
Got 7,134 figures and 90 guns...check
Good to go. Waterloo 2015 in plastic is on...all I have to do now is not pass out before we get a result.