May I make an offer you can't refuse....

What you see here is a simple SD card. However, under the plastic and connected to the contacts is a library of approximately 4,000 books. Now for the offer you cannot refuse, especially if you use an e-reader. 
The card you see is being sent to a Blipper in French France. It just needs to be connected to a PC, when opened you will discover the files in two libraries, Elaine’s and mine. By downloading a clever free library system called Calibre, the books can then be transferred into Calibre, simple, automatic, and once your iPad or Kindle etc is connected to the PC the books can be loaded onto your reader they are already in Mobi and ePub format. Calibre will convert them into any format for the reader of your choice. Simples innit? Full instructions will accompany the SD card, but as I work on KISS (Keep It Simple Stupid) you will find it less daunting than it at first seems. 
If this idea appeals to you I will send a card plus instructions to your normal mailing address. My Blip email is robblipfoto@gmail.com This is a freeby, all I ask is that you donate £5 to a charity of your choice, the rest is covered by the unfathomable depths of my piggybank. 

The Fox, a story continued.
Every December the Squadron would deploy to Saillagouse, the French Mountain Flying School, 9000’ up in the Pyrenees. The Fox was our leader. Having crossed the English Channel to Le Touquet we left the aircraft and disappeared to a lovely hotel, which by prior arrangement, nobody had thought to contact. Doh! I was a simple camp follower, a junior Sgt and pain in the bum. Nothing changes. 
At reception there was a melee around the desk with officer type voices trying in vain to explain to the poor chap behind the counter that we needed 30 rooms, dinner and breakfast. This was mid December so the hotel was empty. Suddenly the Fox raised his highly irritated voice and demanded, “Can anybody here speak French?” I looked around, no response, then raised my grubby paw. “Moi!” “Tell him what we want and hurry up!” 
“Bonjour Monsieur, Ca va?” I then explained our requirements, also stressing that the little man he was talking to required his best Chambre because I was a bon oeuf. Sorted, key passed over, winks exchanged. 
The Fox enquired, “I didn’t know you spoke French.” “Yes Sir, also Spanish and Italian, with a base in Latin.” That stuffed him. Know your men!!!!!

On the way home we were accompanied by Brigadier Jeremy Moore. The Fox led, which had not been a success so far. We refuelled at Guernsey and headed for Plymouth, or we would have done had the Fox done his planning. Look at a map, the heading for Plymouth from the islands is about 325*. We were steering 270* with a northerly wind of 15 knots. Ooooops. After 30 minutes one of the Scout pilots said very quietly over the radio, “I have Plymouth North abeam on my direction finder.” I then butted in and replied, “Copied that, by my dead-reckoning we are 45 miles south and heading for Nova Scotia.” The give-away was the setting Sun on our nose. Mayhem. 12 helicopters were led by a panicking boss hard right to Plymouth. Nothing was said, well not openly. :-))))) 
Please sign the Official Secrets Act, quickly!