Well here we are again, back in Hangzhou.
It's been a lovely week in Singapore - would have been even nicer without pesky work getting in the way - but now I'm back and am compelled to write on the Dilberry just because I missed one important piece of information out last week on the way home.
I am again in the company of our driver (indeed, Mr. Leaf). It's 11.30pm on Saturday night and the plane has just got back late - presumably still catching up fro Hong Kong airport being out of action with the typhoon (there are photos in all the papers of the 70,000 people who were stuck there after hundreds of flights were cancelled just the day before yesterday so a one hour delay, put into that context, doesn't seem too bad!). There are just the two of us in the car and aside from the clicking of thumbs on keyboard, the only other sound is Mr Leaf sniffing. And sniffing. And sniffing. This is his natural state - I don't believe he has a cold. I make it 28 seconds on average between sniffs which makes even drug crazed coke fiends like JP seem entirely non-sniffy. Yuk.