<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EDk3Aq4XUAAbMSK.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>A brief word from Peter, but that's ok.<br/><br/>"Morning, boss. It's er, going. Actually there haven't been too many snags. Apparently at least one of them is terrified of some American woman, can't think why."<br/><br/>"Zurich? Turn in my tropical paradise for snowy cold? Do I get to eat the cuckoo clocks? Or is it the gnomes? Um, I can do that, I guess it's probably 12 hours from whenever a flight might go. Probably via Paris or Amsterdam. A few weeks, you say? Twenty-four hours, I guess, to sort things here and get there. Don't get into any trouble before I can join in!"<br/>