There we were just staring at one of West Norfolk's fine sunsets when that strange greyish cloud suddenly materialised. Most people wouldn't give it a second look but we were convinced that 'they' were back and dropping out of hyperspace right in front of us.
Our guess is they're probably here to stock up on apples to eat out in the Milky Way; no doubt they've heard on the interstellar grapevine just how good the first of the early season Discovery apples in the orchard are.
No point in ringing the 48th Fighter Wing at Lakenheath, no F15s needed here, we can handle this ourselves and put our interpersonal skills to good use.
I must say that the cider that the boss bought is jolly good too.