This morning I received a thank you email from my father for a card similar to these, of a Vietnamese girl riding her bike wearing the traditional ao dai. He remarked that he wished he could have accompanied us on our recent trip to Saigon, but alas age (he's nearly 88) prevents him travelling to even places within the village where he lives. "I have always wanted to see these beautiful Annamese girls riding their bicycles so gracefully in their elegant native dress." My father's interest in the beauty of the fairer sex has not yet deserted him. Nor indeed has his encyclopedic brain. In my ignorance I thought he might have mistyped Vietnamese, but no, of course he is still right. I looked it up and it is now linked, as above.
Conversely, by a series of memory lapses by various people, there was a complete balls up, to use the technical term, about a fabric samples book here at the palace, travelling as it did from room to lobby to room and really having a jolly good time of itself, which has now been satisfactorily resolved, but perhaps more attributed to lack of co-ordination on top of memory lapses, (myself included), although I'm only admitting the latter grudgingly, and in the spirit of egalitarianism, (which is of course very foolish).