An all time low at Charles de Gaulle airport security. A random body search. The staff insisted that I send the six Swiss Franc bank notes in the back pocket of my trousers through the scanner for a second time. Six banknotes! Never underestimate the pure lunatic power these people have.The suspicion in the back of the mind that this sort of treatment is reserved for anglo-saxons with tight flight connections.
More gentle changes in Wilf. At the airport he simply refused to get down from his comfy spot in the back of the car. Not even the opportunities presented by a car park full of unchristened tyres would get him to budge. Faced with this intransigence 'the font' texted me to come and find them in the short term parking lot. There they were, the tailgate up, basking in the warm sunshine , looking at the passers by and chatting happily away. Comfort now taking precedence over adventure.
The small growth on the back of his head that developed a couple of months ago has suddenly doubled in size. Coincidence , or a sign of the metastasizing maelstrom that goes on within ? On our evening walk we decide, for the time being, to ignore it. Not much that can be done at this stage. A healthy appetite and the tiles in the kitchen by the stove now his favoured spot. The dinner time chicken and rice despatched with lip smacking gusto. Smiles and laughter all round.