When a man is tired of London...

... he is tired of life.

So says Samuel Johnson and I'm inclined to agree with him.

Yet, that precisely is what Gareth has announced his intention of doing. Apparently the hills and vales of Wales (if there are any) have called to the deeps in his soul and are beckoning him homewards in July.

That's right, I have to move house.

Again.

Head like a hole

I have a bump on my head that hurts when I prod it. Putting aside the question of whether the key here is not to prod it, the important thing is that I don't remember bumping my head.

But maybe that's because the bump erased part of my short-term memory.

I believe I have reached what the French call an impasse...