The End.

And so the curtains fall on another show, and all went well that ended well, which is of course the wrong play and totally wrong context but sounds good anyway.

The treasure on the island was found, and everyone had a splendid time.

But now I'm all Long John Silvered and Billy Boned out and need to head to my bed for some sleep, perchance to dream. Still the wrong play... but pretty much the right context.

Night night all :)

C