'The font' returned yesterday afternoon. When Wilf heard the car turn into the driveway he literally leapt up and hurtled out of the front door. He seemed to cover the hundred yards to the garage in what appeared to be one single bound. I'd swear blind his feet didn't even touch the ground. Even by PON standards it was an emotional and enthusiastic reunion. He lead us into the kitchen with a purposefulness in his gait that screamed out he was happy to have " decent food again ! ".