Indian delights ?

Back from a wet and chill London. Placed the order for Christmas puddings at Fortnums, saw a rather lovely still life in the window of an art gallery in Bond Street, looked at a display of Hungarian Herend vases and just had time left over to give a lunchtime talk to an oil company in St. James's.

'The font' is on one of those anti-caffeine health kicks so I met up with my nearest and dearest at the hot chocolate stand at Toulouse airport. Hot chocolate at four in the afternoon ! Yeugh. Make mine a double espresso any day. Wilf was to be found sitting under the table carefully studying each of the passengers hurrying past. He was clearly hoping, against hope, that one of them would drop a string of freshly cooked sausages. After an enthusiastic tongue waggling public display of affection ( from Wilf I hasten to add not 'the font') the three of us walked slowly back to the car. We paused en route so he could christen a few tyres, listen to the wind and just generally PONder. The family fellows ever more contented, ever more unhurried pace of life at this late stage of his journey.

In London saw a cookbook on Scandinavian recipes. Thought of buying it for 'the font' until I came across a recipe for elk stew. That was the end of that. Instead bought a book on Indian cooking by the exotically named Pushpesh Pant. What a glorious name. If Wilf is lucky he may get lamb biryani for dinner tonight.