Hurrah - no bleeding. Am now convinced it was the Doctor and her demonic swabbing.
Walking on the compacted ice is treacherous. We constantly slip and have to grab each other – I think my boots (proper hiking boots mind) are worse than K’s army boots. I can’t walk anywhere without looking at the ground – it’s so tricky. The walk to the stores or the tube is the worst. I can’t get used to the young exotic Russians walking about in their stilettos and ordinary shoes, although it does occur to me that the heels of some of them give them some purchase on the ice!

l decide to buy K a camera for his birthday present, but am horrified when my card is rejected. I feel the cashier thinks I was trying it on, but fortunately K steps in and uses his. We go upstairs to the restaurants floor (all the malls we went to were set up like this) and I try to use my card again (I specifically informed John Lewis that I would be in Russia for the dates) to test it. No luck. So l phone John Lewis (at a shocking rate) and give them what for. NB don’t think that the phone number for International Customer Services, on the back of your card, will be the number you want..no, no, FAR too obvious. I was told (when I finally got through) they only deal with stolen cards. Since the number is on the back of the card I can only assume they expect the thief to drop them a line!!! Phone the ordinary Customer Services number and shout at them. They are completely unapologetic and burble something about another bank being at fault. Idiots. Resolve to stop using the card asap.
Then l phone Olga. Got straight through. 18 of the 20 eggs have fertilised.. 17 doing wel! Am told to bring T-shirt, socks and slippers for tomorrow and have to be there for 10.30. Went to supermarket K had discovered. As always, very interesting. Bought mugs for tea, vodka for J, slippers for me and a couple of gifts. Back to room and relax for an hour or so. Then down to restaurant in hotel for very meaty meal.



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