Hello, yes, I am back from Abroad, and yes, there will be photos*. And anecdotes. No poems. It would seem I channel the Poetic Muse through my sinuses and alas they were being used to store several pints of snot for the duration. Holidaying with a cold. Fantabulous. I have spent the few days since I returned hanging upside down from the roof-beams in a desperate attempt to drain said facial cavities, possibly inspired by reading Dracula while under the influence of Guinness and Flu-Plus. And doing laundry. Oh, bone-aching tedium.
I will now attempt to wrestle said anecdotage into readable form, so that you, oh faithful readers, will actually read it. And then we can get back to whining about writing.
*Apparently blogs need photos to be all attractive and ’sticky’ (clever-dick technical term for the sort of blog people will keep reading, I am told. Ick). What on earth can I photograph of relevant? My favourite biro? The state of the desk? The great love of my life, my coffee machine? Any thoughts, faithful readers?
