I have no sense of being ill as I leave Oxford, where I teach in the University, for a trip to Moscow. The flight is via Paris, where a Russian lady boards.
She refuses to take her seat.
"But it is by the window, Madame."
"You must change," she tells the stewardess, "it will frighten my dog."
A puppy is in her coat and looks relieved to stay there. But a dog on a plane...what a difference from UK quarantine. And in Moscow everyone is out with a pet before going to work.
From the window of the tower block where I stay I can see spaniels, terriers, Samoyeds and a dog like a wolf. The...