Whilst I may at the time, have said very politely " please don't worry, I am fine despite the fact that you have just shot out of a parking space and collided with my left leg" I now have a large bruise which looks suspiciously like a Ford badge developing on my thigh,and am looking for some kind of compensation.
The New York flower district on West 28th Street, is a sight to behold, the sundries and prop shops were fantastic, and new suppliers earmarked. A sizeable sum was spent on ribbon, and is now proudly displayed in the shop.
Picked up from Heathrow by the other Miss Pickering (huge thanks) it was straight to get The Hound. Looking much smaller, and with a blacker rather than pinker nose I was at first a little concerned they had lost him and found a similar one to replace him rather like parents do with goldfish or guinea pigs. Actually this observation is based purely on films, as I have neither owned or wanted to own fish or small rodents, definitely a case of dogs, cats and horses need only apply in my childhood. Judging by the way The Hound (or imposter) ran straight to my bed and has actually yet to move - I can only assume the change in shape is due to the loss of the winter coat, yet the colour of the nose remains a mystery - answers on a postcard please.