Then my wits have deserted - it's been a heavy weekend - what with the cricket and the cocktail party.
I must withdraw for now but NOTAM well you change of NAV heading in regards to the Target.
Time to settle the missus down with some cheese on toast and retire me to my study and a quiet libation of a glass containing elements, not inconsequential to the mind, of the Isle of Jura - which happens to be my particular poison.
Good Night Dear dook (thorough-bred bastion of the "What Aerodrome Thread").
For now...