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I have a neighbour called Monsieur Tutee but my 2 year old grandson calls him Mr Patootee.  Cute.

While I was in Romania with 2 of my sons we went to Dracula's castle, which has little about Dracula but is in a beautiful setting.  As we were heading through the mountains it was pointed out that we were passing the highest mountain in the country.  Ah yes, I thought, I remember it well.  A few years back a friend and I had got lost on that mountain for 2 days and were probably lucky to get out safely.

Back in Bucharest the drivers see no point in obeying the rules of the road.  Red lights are a minor distraction and not to be stopped at.  Beware any pedestrian who sets foot on the crossing when the green man shows and if you are a driver don't assume that because you have a green light that cars will not cross your path.  I counted three vehicles where the driver was actually wearing a seat belt and children were standing up in the well of the front seat unrestrained.  I have seen this behaviour in many countries,  Turkey, India, etc but Romania is now a member of the EU and standards should be higher.

British Airways only accept debit cards to pay for refreshments, no cash, no credit cards and since when did BA start charging for refreshments anyway?

Last time I returned home after an extended absence the ants had invaded.  I was prepared this time with ant killing contraptions.  This time it is lizards.  It reminds me of Khartoum.  I don't want to kill them just return them to the garden where they will be happier.  Do you know how impossible it is to catch a lizard and put it outside?  Impossible.  They can stay.

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