Contraband

Nearly blipped the sunrise, but my driver refused to slow down or stop...as we were on the autobahn in rushhour traffic, trying to avoid being late into D'dorf, I guess she had good reason.

The bad news is that Little miss bossy tried one of the mini creme eggs and likes them...I shall have to hide them, actually I shall have to persuade friends in England who are coming over to fill all the little crevices in their luggage with them (very unsubtle hint there).

Late afternoon phonecall from Mr K revealed that despite being knackered (I think that's proper work/travel terminology) he managed to survive and enjoy a ricksaw tour of where ever it is he told me he was...