“Because,” he said, “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you – especially when you are near to me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel and two hundred miles or so of land, come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.”

The customs officer at LAX welcomed me home – so here I am, “home”, as it were. But I won’t wax too poetic in public view. It was a lovely trip, and I’ll post about it later and elsewhere, with pictures, if anyone would care to see what I’ve been doing.

Soo. Have you behaved yourselves? Familiarity suggests that you have not been; that’s alright, I’ll still love you just as much as I ever did. I have things to do today – so, just a hello and hope you are well. Anyone want to go see Spiderman at Barnes and Nobles with me? ;)