Advent in Widdington, Christmas in Paris, Spring in Dubai

Where will it all end?

At the Fleur de Lys pub in Widdington, "focal point of the village's activity" as Peter Sellers might have said, I could have troughed all night and still have asked for more. But my wife said "I understand dear, it's all been grand dear, but now it's time to return to Aubigny-en-Plaine.

And wouldn't it be loverly to spend all one's time in Capri or failing that the 15th arrondissement in Paris, at least until spring crept over the window sill?

At which time, with a little bit of luck, I would find myself in the UAE. Actually, I don't really care where I am as long as it's on 39B street.