Up In The Dumps.

Ha!
So much for The A.R.S.E. (Australian Reconnaissance Service Elite, for those that can't work out how to read previous posts) no longer requiring my specialist services!
I received a rather paniky phone call from them, three weeks ago, after the main sewer in their London office 'backed up', flooding their entire ground and first floor.
The Council (obviously not ours) made a swift job of rectifying the problem with the sewer, but they were left with the rather large job of removing all the, er, jobs that had suddenly made a break for freedom in their offices.
Not really my line of business these days, the messiest thing that I get to deal with, of late, being ectoplasm, I agreed to do it on the grounds that they needed someone with clearance to deal with some of their more 'sensitive issues' and that they were offering an awful lot of money!
I must say that I was quite astonished at what the Human body can do to a barbequed lobster, but nothing that couldn't be sorted out with the deployment of a pair of Marigolds, a peg, a mop and a bucket.
Anyhow, now that their offices are shining like a new pin again, and I can now afford to book that long deserved holiday, where should I go?
Though I think I may have to spend a few days in Margate to gently re-acclimatise myself to the sea air. The freshness of it, here on the South of the Island, is making me feel a little giddy!