Murder in Brussels

Is there nowhere safe from this murderous death cult of angry young men? Aloo Akbar indeed. Gobi bloody aloo. Aloo bindi. Allo allo. Where was I? Ah yes, a wee trip down after work to check up on Mr Chimney liner man's handiwork. And a bit of handiwork of my own in the understairs cupboard. Then a bit of sawing out front.
Home to get those invoices out, now that Herr Harboursecretaryfuhrer has allocated the moorings. I'm only following orders. Sometimes last orders, admittedly.