Religious Nutella.

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What did you have for lunch?

Salad.

Drink?

Tea.

Did you give your son his present?

Yep.

Did he like it?

He asked me if I’m religious.

Are you?

Yes (editorial note t).

Then what would you do, if, as we said a few days ago, you were to go for a short break to London.

I’d drive to the airport.

Then?

Park.

Then.

Get out of the car.

You might be taking all this a bit literally, could you speed it together a bit?

Speed it together?

It means compact the information.

Like a paragraph?

That would be good.

I’d get there early so as not to have any Italian-Taxi-driver stress (editorial note t) so I could sit in the waiting room and use the airport Wi-Fi; play a few games, buy a French sports newspaper, visit the toilets; go through the beeper scanner bit and look at the display case of ‘prohibited on board items’.

Anything catch your eye?

A pot of Nutellla and two guns, oh….and a set of petanque balls.

Where’s the fun in flying nowadays eh?