Mr. D? Loves flying? Not so much....

Because sadly, once we landed in Bucharest, his ink pen exploded all over his trousers. He has just had the worst luck lately with pens!

He is a very very clever man, however. Knows how to save the big bucks. Here's how it's done.

While we were flapping around in Duty-Free in Warsaw, I tried on a couple of perfumes.

"Whaddya think of this?" I asked.

"Hmmmm. Smells like Off! bug spray to me."

It was Chanel No. 5. (Actually, it really does smell like Off!  He's right. Great marketing plan by Off! manufacturers; not so hot for Chanel, though.)

So apparently, he's not only deaf, but he can't smell either. So how's he going to find me in the dark?