In London to speak to a group of shiny suited oil men. En route to dinner, caught in an unexpected downpour , I shelter inside a Wren church . I'm there out of practicality , not piety , but the words from an evensong reading catch my ears : " I am a brother to dragons , and a companion to owls ". Words with the mystery and beauty of a different age . Try slipping dragons and owls into a conversation today . While the language of Shakespeare may be superb , the poetry of the King James Bible is quite simply, divine.
Next morning , time enough before my flight to do some shopping. To Harrods for some ' blind dog ' toys for Wilf ( more about these tomorrow , so far a huge, huge success ) . Then onto Fortnums to buy a walnut and coffee cake, some sausages, and some of their old fashioned fudge. Home in the afternoon. The ever practical ' font ' examines these purchases and wonders outloud whether I had been shopping for a six year old . I ask Wilf what he thinks of my shopping skills. The old fellow points his nose towards the sausages and coffee cake as if to say " Brilliant ! Absolutely brilliant ! ". A boy after my own heart . He has half a pork and fresh leek sausage for dinner . A new toy, half a sausage and a reunited family. Can it get any better ?