Where to start? Well with the loss of the tampon, my most recent model, I suppose. I draged myself sobbing to Mayoor and his fine shop and after great words of comfort from Mayoor (that's a lie he laughed) we discussed my predicament needing a hand launch glider and I was ushered towards a box high up on the wall. The words on the box shone out to me. I wiped the dribble from my shirt as money changed hands.I offered a wave from my van window as I disappeared with a smoke of dust in my trail.
I arrived back crashing through the front door, kicking the dog aside with a beaming smile on my face.
"Don't crash this one!" My Wife said.
I unpacked beast in a frenzy likened to that of a child opening a Christmas present. Soon transfers were flying and my shirt was dribble soaked!
'Oh my!' I thought to myself as I realised it had a V tail wing.
'What the hell!! How does this work? How do I even wire it?'