Fabulous. Twenty years ago I was stacking boxes of cakes on pallets for Mr Kipling. Different size boxes had different layouts to be followed to best utilise the pallet space. Everybody else stacked the boxes up layer by layer, but my pallets usually resembled mountain ranges until I dropped the last few boxes into place. The manager who came round every hour to record how many boxes had been packed gave up trying to count my pallets herself after a while.