So ...

... the bebe Bro is gone, Mr Brown is driving him to the train station as I type. The only evidence he's even been here are a couple of left-over beers in the fridge (Mr Brown is most pleased) and a 1/2 empty bag of Kwik Kopy Ks on the table (CAW, they taste just like red frogs). It's been fun. Last night, as a "thanks" he took us to the BBQ King in China Town and we ate peking duck, suckling piggie and salt & pepper prawns. A martini at a fancy(ish) bar followed, before home.
I'm glad we had the prawns, and we'll be prawning it up while we can, because it seems prawns are about to become the new bananas! Will the bad news NEVER end?
I'm kicking myself for not getting some sort of photographic evidence of bebe Bro being nice to the furry girls, he's all gruff & taciturn and "not a fan of cats" and yet they loooved him, coming up for cuddles, lying at his feet, searching him out in the garden. Almost snapped him and Small sharing a smoke this morning and the bloody battery packed it in! Thwarted.