Helped my friend Howard to mow his lawn and plant some geraniums in his very English Wimbledon garden this afternoon, and as a treat he gave me homemade tapenard, lovely crusty bread to dip in delicious olive oil, opened a really good bottle of merlot and played Shubert's Winterreise while we were giggling and talking about our favourite Woody Allen films. All of this European behaviour is very enjoyable of course, but I wonder how my Xaloc is getting on, is Ibrahim remembering to give him salt and to take him for a ride each day?