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    paradise found…

    A slight exaggeration maybe, but after a relaxing week at home with TV, comfort food, fishes and the all-encompassing pleasantness that comes from attempting nothing more challenging than laundry for a few days (only fair after muchas liveliness on the islands) it’s fair to say that a heavy sigh of resignation was emitted when the time came this morning to…

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    girl, interrupted…

    And huge apologies for the sizeable blog-gap – the mind and typing fingers were willing, but the available internet connection was weak; fortunately I have now appropriated an ethernet cable from the front desk of my charmingly well appointed and spacious Jersey digs after four days of less than effective moving-of-the-laptop-around-the-room both here and in the Isle of Man, Gawd…

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    and relax… (for a bit, anyway)

    Home! I finally staggered (partly through sheer exhaustion, and partly thanks to the last remaining effects of a very good lunch with the lovely Catherine Stephens at Skylon) through my door for the first time in almost a week last night shortly after darkness fell, and after the busiest week since records began (to borrow from the Met Office) I…