Jinkies - time flies. I've recovered from the realisation that I'm actually an old bastard by accepting that, yes, I really am and old bastard.

 

There's also some please to be had in knowing I managed to scare one of my peers from the good old days with the realisation that we're both into our third decade of work...

 

Speaking of which, I'm am snowed under at the moment - and there's no sign of improvement. I have next week to catch-up before heading of on a hike then flying off to the Death Star Corporate HQ in the states of a few days.

 

I'll be hiking along the north coast of Cornwall and getting battered by Atlantic winds. Hopefully the volumnous bags of wine both myself and my hiking buddy Chris take with us should provide a sufficient anchor. Otherwise watch out for my demise in the regional news.

 

Yesterday was spent dragging the kids around London. My eldest insisted I take pictures of her with every single bloody corpse in the British Museum then tried to dive into a fountain at Trafalger Square. This is exactly the kind of behaviour I anticipated. While there was nothing I could about the desecration of neolithic and Egyptian graves, I managed, at least, to prevent a soaking.

 

The less said about the youngest the better. Needless to say she shouts and screams like a tormented wino who's just spilled his Crucial Brew if she has to spend more than 15 minutes in her buggy.