Problem inherent when you're organising so many things, some of the things that aren't immediately essential go by the wayside, but I need to start coming back to this anyway, and in doing so, I might get some of the impetus back.
But not tonight, tonight I sleep alone, for Tiny wife is in deepest darkest London, and my world is a emptier place without her...
So this is John Dodd, in the Socialist Republic of South Yorkshire, and Goodnight England, Wherever you are...
