Bad Dog

Today would not be a good Groundhog Day. My father has been riding his vintage motorbike around France for the last ten days and he gets home in six hours. I've lived here my way since he went away and have failed to surprise myself by leaving the clean-up to the last moment.

Today would be a good day to buy a dishwasher. And a vacuum cleaner that you don't have to push and steer. And a house elf to wind all the clocks. I bet that the one on the mantle would show the latest time when it stopped and it does. I should give myself a prize.

This site looks increasingly like the site of someone who has lost interest in blogging, with a mean average of one post every three days this month. I'm busier at work and at play by about 500% compared with when I started this hack-rag but I'm no quitter. The patient and faithful will be subjected to a recent tale or two... after the big clean-up!