Service of Thanksgiving for the return of an accountant

We're going to skip the Pouring out of Beakers this morning, in exchange for our Service of Thanksgiving for Burton's safe return.

As forecast, he had managed to lock himself into the bike compartment on the train. Arriving in London, he panicked when he realised his ticket was only from Ridgmont to Leicester return, raced through the barriers pretending to be "an Accountant on Call", and then pedalled all the way home. Even then it should only have taken three or four hours, but he'd lost all rational sense of direction and went round the M25.

Still, it's nice to have some genuine emotion to celebrate. Saves all that generating spiritual feelings. And though he's been up all night cycling, he's still got all those invoices to lose before he gets off to bed.