A fancy new template I see -- and anyway, 8 months isn't really a *long* time when you've had a very turbulent year.

To fill in some of the gaps:

Personnel

Mark's appendix has now gone to the great medical waste incinerator in the sky and will not contribute to the above turbulence again......ever!

Taz's cystitis is being battered with antibiotics -- she drew blood in 3 places last night when, after a deep and meaningful discussion about the merits of completing the course of pills, she still lacerated both of my arms in a futile attempt to make me see her side of the argument.

Glynn's cardiologist has deigned to give him an audience in 17 weeks time -- let's hope Glynn's heart takes note of this and puts it in his/her appointment book......and doesn't do anything petulant in the meantime.........like stop for example.

Robyn is still completely intact and functioning perfectly as far as I can tell.

Travel

In the intervening period, Rome, Paris, India again......all work and no play [except for Paris...oh, and 1/5 of Rome......and 1/2 a day in India if you stretch a point]

Work

.....could consume a blog in itself; I'll leave it for another time when the cardiologist says it's safe to tackle it

Other

The canal side restaurant has been re-christened Lock 57

More soon..................