Just in case anyone is still reading this and is thinking I have indeed been arrested : I'm safely back in the UK.

My Dresden adventures amused my German friends greatly. Apparently it is called being a Zechpreller in German.
(In checking that spelling, I found this great website - http://www.betterthanenglish.com/. A new word every day from another language which says something English can't.)
Anyway, I have acquired a new reputation in Hartenrod as being a tough cookie. "Cool", someone said.

I had three lovely days in Hartenrod, which passed by in a bit of a social whirl. I spent my last couple of hours having breakfast in Marburg with Moni, who had kindly given me a lift to the station. We had planned to sit on the Terrasse of the Cafe Fiona - honest - which is next to the station. We did, but it's now a 24 Hour pub with all sorts of strange people, and it had turned cold. Germany was telling me it was time to go.

My journey went fairly smoothly yesterday, apart from the bit in Koeln where everyone on the (very long) train had to get off and swap to the other half of the train because DB had messed up on the seat allocations, and the train was dividing into two. That was(n't) fun.
Got to Lynne's last night and I've had a lovely day with the girls today, snotty noses and all. Wonder if I've caught the niece virus, as is traditional on trips to London? We have got Ella to say "Auntie Ona", which is cute.

Home tomorrow, barring disasters. Own bed, own kettle, and no more living out of a suitcase ... bliss!