Hedda and Titus both complained that their suitcases were considerably heavier than on the trip northwards. Little did they know that bad Mummy had packed a bottle of wine inside each one! I felt quite guilty actually, particularly when we boarded the train at the wrong end and had to lug everything through five very full carriages, evoking all manner of complaints and running over lots of toes in our attempt to find our reserved seats. As usual there was a fat man sitting in one of them - got rid of him sharpish - spotted him later in the buffet car, filling his face with a sausage sandwich. I waved cheerily as I weaved past with my watery coffee.
Frau NN had obviously done a good job with Max. He looks no less mentally disturbed than when we left him on Monday. I couldn't find any signs of her snooping, either, but then again, good snoopers are very discreet. By the way, an interesting point about the NNs. This is so cute - they are called Maria* and Joseph! Obviously a match made in heaven, though I think in their case Joseph really is the father of their two sons...
*Mary is known as Maria in Germany.
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