Monday, April 30. Some dynamic driving on my part, L having previously driven, and we were back in Oxford soon after lunch. Passed through Nether Wallop, but other Wallops escaped us, or we them. Only made one major mistake. Many minor ones were committed along the way, since the positions of the indicators and wipers were the reverse of normal - more than once I cut in to the surprise of an English driver after signalling with the windscreen wipers. L urged me to repeat after her 'the indicators are on the left', but I thought that would be beneath me. To the surprise of both of us we managed what we had to do in Oxford without taking a single wrong turn. Then it was just Heathrow and wait for the plane. Which was delayed. Two passengers had failed to turn up, so their baggage had to be found and the bombs it contained unloaded. In the course of which, a forklift driver drove into the side of the plane and made a hole in it. We sit for an hour, while the captain reports consultation between Qantas and Airbus Industrie etc, etc. In the end, it seems, they decide to put on a piece of sticky tape and carry on as if nothing had happened. Doesn't do wonders for your confidence. The meals, however, were as nice as anything I'd eaten recently, which is something new. Lots of empty seats, due no doubt to $A - after Singapore, L and I could have 3 seats each. Back now, tired but happy.