When I was coming to yesterday with lovely receptionist and the owner the only reason I could think why I had had a hypo was that I must have slept in and missed my normal sugar intensive breakfast of two cups of filter coffee and a baton (half baguettte) of apricot jam and butter. I remember nothing from the morning so I assumed I had slept through. The owner said that he had knocked my dppr and spoken to me at 11 but I had no recollection. Nevetheless, to be on the safe side I am sure, there was a knock on my door at 5 to 8 this morning and there was monsieur le patron: "OK?" - that's the total extent of his English. I gabbled in French that I was fine and that it happens sometimes and he shouldn't worry by which time he was half way downstairs "OK, OK" echoing behind him. What a nice man.