This corsa (holy cow, they're huge now, can't believe these are the same cars chavs hare around burnham in) is run by a 24 carat diamond geezer.
I.e. A fat craphead who rolls backwards because he thinks clutch control makes his wedding tackle look bigger. As I type, he and his cockney mate have their feet up and the stereo cranked. This is the kind of guy who makes other people's lives more difficult, and no mistake :)
The tea tray times is about a diary as well as educating and informing on how to slide down a mountain on a plank, y'know.
Checked the conditions before I left-piste excellent, off piste "varied" heh heh we shal see!
