'The font' heads off to London . "Would you like to come along ? We could go to the ballet ". Angus wonders aloud what the troops would have thought if they were told that in a hundred years time their valour would be the subject of a creative dance routine. '' I'll take that as a no " says 'the font'.
Angus choses wine for Easter lunch. With no one to hurry him along there's plenty of time to linger over this most important of tasks. The PON duo wait behind the counter with the wine merchant while Angus gets the car and loads it up at the front door. Bob looks disappointed there are no sausages.
Madame Bay shows up. It's hot and she's draped in white chiffon. A poster girl for net curtains. There's been a power cut at the Bay residence and the saintly septuagenarian, plus two grandchildren, has popped round to make sure Angus is managing on his own. In reality she's come to watch her favourite daytime soap - Diagnosis Murder. Programme over she announces '' Well I don't have all day to hang around ". She shepherds the grandchildren into the gold metallic 'Wild Child' voiturette and vanishes.
'The font' enjoys the ballet. Angus opens a bottle of Pomerol. The PON's chase pigeons. Madame Bay has had her daily dose of Dick van Dyke. Everyone is happy.
