Wilf was in the airport arrivals hall . He'd become bored with waiting and decided to turn onto his back and catch up on his sleep. Comfort over decorum. He was still like this, snoring lightly, when I arrived. An emotional tongue in ear greeting ( from Wilf, not 'the font' ) and then a leisurely saunter back across the car park. The wheel arches of one large Mercedes SUV attracting his full attention. Tyre christening over he moves on, a spring in his step which said ' normal service resumed '.