Foggy as fuck when I left Gatwick and 3°c.
Weirdly there was a private jet (Hawker 400XP) parked on one of the main contact stands. Being bored last night, I sent a team to clean it, assuming they'd get the joke and call me up to call me a twat or something.
Instead they called up to say they couldn't operate the door to get in and it didn't have power connected. Trying to explain the joke to a Lithuanian is not easy...