The Members gathered at the nearest pub at the receipt of this report. What great news! The books actually balanced!
Not like the previous year when we were in deficit after the unfortunate incident involving Arfer, his personal secretary Miss Fifi, and a goat, which resulted in the club having to hire the services of Grabbitt, Grabbitt and Runne, Barristers and Solicitors. (I understand that the goat is still having counselling, and that does not come cheap.)
The Members toasted the absent Arfer, and declared him Treasurer for Life.
The meeting ended when we were thrown out.