Bunting

We spent much of schlepping backwards and forward from Oxford Circus to Victoria. London is hot and sunny and bedecked in bunting and Union flags ready for the big Jubilee celebrations. Absolutely everything has a union flag on it - buildings, buses, paper plates, vests, knickers, wellington boots, cakes, teapots and houses.

But not my new passport, which I finally secured today with only a minor, forgiveable hiccough. Phew. Now I can get back home France next week!