Back tomorrow.

'' We're nearly in London says ' the font ' . This said when we're in northern France . Angus thinks of stating the obvious but decides against it. 

Central London in a French registered car with the steering wheel on the wrong side. A young man in a drophead BMW shouts out " Bloody Frog " when I fail to make the right turn outside Fortnum and Masons before the traffic lights turn to red. I lower the window and let him know that I am most certainly not French. He says something even less polite before speeding off.

A sign in the washrooms of a British motorway service station . Am I alone in thinking the sign odd ? Should I use the hot taps or the ones that are ' fine to use ? ' How hot can the water in the offending taps be ? If the water is dangerously hot why not turn them off at the mains ? What event caused the sign to be put up in the first place ? Is this bemusement over a washroom sign another indication that I'm getting older ?

The Harvey Nichols food hall. Cans of sun dried Emperor Moth larvae. '' Salted and ready to eat ! ". 

Next week we'll be back at the breeders to pay for the pups. She's sent us through the certificates from the vets examinations - hip and eye scores v.good. ( She'd happily take a cheque but this is a perfect excuse to see Sophie and Bob again ). The breeder will look after the the two of them until April 7th when we get back from California. Next week will be spent puppy proofing the house and buying all those things that need to be bought.