Les dents de la mer......

....ever since his starring role, Jacques had found himself typecast as a vicious, blood thirsty killer. Even his carefully cultured moustache didn't stop the casting couch from pigeon-holing him.

Elsewhere, the cycle to work was good for the soul. A bit cold for my short sleeves, but the absence of wind and cloud made it feel warmer. I bumped into Jamie Wilson at Haymarket; he's a cycling machine.

Work was jolly and the cycle home was just as pleasant as the morning version. They are clearing the vegetation back from the path edge, so the disturbed insect life is incredible. Quite glad of my helmet and glasses.

Later, after I'd prepared and served a veggie cottage pie to the veracious masses, we popped round to celebrate Fi's birthday with the Burton-Holmes.