(pen) Ah! The Dutch must be a stoic lot. I'm happy on my hill but ironically a few million years ago it was a beach, which accounts for the deposits of rounded pebbles a couple of miles away, the so-called Blackheath Beds.

There's thick and dull fog obscuring the whole of Rotterdam from my 6th floor office window this morning. Yet as I drove off the ferry which arrived in Rotterdam from Blighty this morning, I was almost blinded by the sun shining into the off-ramp. Oh well. Never mind. The eggs, sausage and bacon on board this morning was very nice.

No fog here, but I do have egg, sausage and bacon on some bread, which I find tastier than a board.

Funnily enough, 'plate' in Dutch is 'bord'.

Oh come on everyone... don't make the whole front page look like it's 'me, me, me'. Say something!