Parallel parked.

Up bright and early to find Wilf and Digby parallel parked in the hallway - they'd fallen into a deep, deep sleep at around midnight and hadn't moved an inch overnight. The emotion of the family reunion had clearly taken its toll on them ! It also seems to have triggered Wilf's once every ten day stomach upset. Having refused breakfast he is now sitting at my feet, stomach gurgling loudly away, feeling very sorry for himself. When a PON feels sorry for himself everyone in the household knows.

London Fashion week was not the best time to go to see our lawyers in the UK. There could be no escaping the fact it was 'Fashion Week' because every hotel was full and the town was populated by young and not so young ladies (and gentlemen) dressed from head to toe in black. This uniform dress code meant that a visit to London was rather like attending a LA starlets funeral, but on a grander scale. Dinner with old friends at 'The Ivy' restaurant on Tuesday was a mistake. The Ivy is usually a safe choice, but complete bedlam when taken over by partying fashionistas - reserve is not a virtue much admired on the catwalk.

In the security line at Heathrow the gentleman ahead of me wore more 'bling' that one would have thought humanly possible. After divesting himself of his jacket, hat and canary yellow shoes the serious work began. First to be removed was the diamond studded belt, then what appeared to be a chain mail waist coat, two gold amulets from the left wrist and then three from the right,and most interestingly of all a thick gold appendage from around his left ankle. More mundane accessories such as a watch the size of Coney Island , a jewel encrusted mobile phone and a variety of rings that were bigger than anything in the crown jewels followed. Naturally,having held up the line for ten minutes he sailed through security while I was stopped for a 'random' search.