Did I mention that I was going to Switzerland again?
I'm esconced in the British Airways executive bar at the moment, gazing out over the concrete blandness of Heathrow Terminal 4 and wondering where they keep the food.
Tonight, I think, is to be a night of adventures in Basel. I'm sure it has more to offer than pharmaceutical companies, impressively chaotic roadworks and an interesting mix of Swiss, French and German people (three nations that detest each other nearly as much as they detest the British)
I have a camera. I forgot the bear. I will be back...
