Nothing ever goes away.

The font has an astronomy exam. The polyester suited men have arranged for an invigilator in Toulouse. As the car turns onto the lane Bob howls. Seems the only farewells PON's do are theatrical ones.

After savaging his sister Bob retires to his vantage point by the gate. Hugo the malevolent Maltese and Brunhilda the German billionaires dog wander by along the lane and are told in no uncertain terms they're on PON territory. Both scurry away. Brunhilda to the chateau and Hugo to his humbler abode by the crossroads.

They're stacking the shelves at the supermarket. In Britain Health and Safety regulations keep the aisles clear when this happens. Here, where the employee is king and the customer an irritant, the aisles are completely blocked by packaging and carts stacked with boxes. This means detouring down one aisle to get to the next. Seven aisles blocked like this. Is getting annoyed with mundanities a sign of graceless ageing ? Maybe it's a male thing and women are blessed with greater patience ?

On the car radio on the way back a tired and emotional French government minister holding forth at length. I catch the words '' arrogance, neo-imperialism, misplaced pretensions to greatness ". Angus assumes he's talking about the British , but no ! Today it's America's turn to be the cause of  all the worlds woes. A French bank that has been allowing Iran and Cuba to trade, illegally, through its New York operations is being fined for its malfeasance.