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    it’s all change!

    And as the keen-eyed and vigilant will have already spotted, I’m on the move… Via some seriously hard work, a not-small sum of money and a hefty dose of pure dumb luck (mostly of the Right Place Right Time variety, which is something that until now at least, has rarely kept company with me in the last forty-seven-and-a-bit years), I…

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    back to the ‘burgh…

    And with the turn of the decade it’s been a busy few weeks and not just in London, where an accommodation blip screwed things up not entirely but fairly comprehensively at least for the first couple of days (although it did give me chance to get over to the Prince Charles for a preview of the exhausting but wholly terrific…

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    it’s the most wonderful time of the year…

    It’s the end of the week when the weather inevitably resumed normality, and I count myself lucky to only have got soaked twice given that it’s been a busy one. Fingers crossed that it picks up a bit before the usual Bank Holiday deluge, when I will be safely out of the way in the Empire (as was) for the…