Well, regrettably, we've had a bit of a disaster... When I went to call them for the day's studies yesterday, they were gone. Vanished. There were several empty Plonque bottles scattered about Panic stations. SWMBO and I got into our cars and scoured the countryside for hours, but not a trace could we find. I did notice while on the motorway that the centre crashbarriers were missing for about a mile, (remember we had pointed a gap out to The Lads as an example of poor building) and then we spotted that every single front garden on our route had a newly constructed stone throne on the lawn, all of similar design and looking very like crashbarrier sections. Then I recalled the glint in a certain eye and a knot formed in my stomach. If this is ever pinned on us the repairs could cost hundreds; I'm very glad I've got a business partner to share losses 70-30... We returned home, despondent. When we pulled into the yard we saw a warrior-type foot sticking out the garage window, crept over to the window , looked in, and there were the 7 hooligans stretched out asleep on the floor, covered in cement dust and snoring like hogs. Talk about relief!! I grabbed a padlock, put it in place on the door , threw a few pamphlets on Deportment and Dress Tips For Warriors and a couple on How to Chat Up Women At Dances in the window. When eventually they wake up and start banging on the door I shall read them the Riot Act and give them their orders, nobody gets out until they can dress properly in suits, white shirt, tie, polished shoes and can chat up women with some semblance of charm. Oh, I am very cross... this could take some time.