Seldom dissatisfied .

Four thirty in the morning . ' The font ' on the first flight to London . The car finally packed , engine running , waiting outside the front door. Wilf remains immovable. Completely uncoaxable . All the usual words -  ' Breakfast, croissant, treats ! ' - ignored . The old fellows firmly wrapped in his pre-dawn  ' cloak of invisibility ' . In the end he's picked up, bed and all , and deposited in the back of the car .

At the airport Angus stops off at the cafe . Early morning travellers scurrying through the car park on their way to the check-in desks pass a small  dishevelled polar bear and a strange foreigner. They're sharing a  croissant  . Old PON's know : " A dog owns nothing , yet is seldom dissatisfied ''.