Correction:

Late this morning I was having a dream I was a journalist embedded with a special military team that was sent to kill a ruthless Asian Dictator somewhere in Italy.  I spoke Italian and had connections with the Mafia that helped us escape.  Needless to say I woke up feeling pretty good aboot myself.

As I'm having my bowl of Crispy Wheats and Raisins my phone goes off with this picture.  Redhead.  I'm going to work to count gloves and transfer inventory and Clider is out padding his lead.  Heston! 

Actually I'm happy for him, just not too happy.
GBCH