...qui,moi? But some people will be pleased to know that I have fully planned next weekend's grub, give or take the odd snack. And that I promise to find some time to push a hoover and duster round the place.

There has been much hoo-hah about Griffin appearing on a BBC program. I don't know what he wants for himself (it surely can't be political power), but I do worry that there seems to be a self-appointed collection (can't call it a group) of English people who claim the exclusive right to have a democratic opinion. Griffin might be a nasty piece of work - the media tell me so, but I don't know because I have never met him - but there are a lot of English people who share some of his views. I have some opinions that would get me barred from reading the Guardian, but don't we all? The democratic concept is looking a bit threadbare these days. How can it seem to be such a good idea that it must be imposed on people of a totally different social background? Are we still trying to leave our footprints in the aftermath of empire? Britain has only been practising it (democracy, I mean) for about eighty years, whatever the received wisdom about Magna Carta and Parliament and topping difficult kings.

No politics for me. But I read a nice bit about a group of rich Germans who think they should be subjected to a wealth tax. They have quite enough to live on, thank you, and feel that they should make a greater contribution to the national kitty.

You don't hear many rich Brit slobs thinking like that.

Now where was I? I went to Woolwich to get my life certificate signed by the Electoral Register Office. Quite reasonably, my French pension payers need to be reassured that I am still alive. And I went on the bus, and I did some shopping (for extremely cheap clothes). And I got a haircut from my Kurdish barber. He insists that it must always be done with scissors only, a notion too technical for me.

The house next door is to let/for sale, and I have just seen the people who fancied buying my house a couple of years ago, and they are still looking to buy. Am I open to offers?

My sister Christine called today. They are off on their three-month trip to Hong Kong and Australia to inspect the grandkids. A bit of a marathon.

BBC web headline today: "Man denies sawing off wife's head." Well he would, wouldn't he. Deny it, I mean.

Warmed up magret de canard boulang่re ce soir. And a big shop tomorrow.