... is undergoing renovation. At the moment, it looks a little bit like the pic above - and that's after some serious Feng Shui and a whole lot of creative Hoovering (technically, it's a Dyson). There's a caravan in the drive, and a neighbour's cooker involved. I'm getting bored with my brother-in-law who keeps phoning me up and asking me if I'd tarmac their drive (politically incorrect "travelling person" joke).
I point this out by way of an answer for the legions who have emailed me concerned about the hiatus in posting. I'm sorry - but if you've ever had "the builders in", you will understand.
Normal service will be resumed as soon as I can move my PC from the bedroom back to another part of the shack that isn't being rearranged like a cheap set in a twister. Sea Nymph doesn't approve of the hum and the tapping and as most of this tumbles out of an evening, my keyboard action has been seriously curtailed. She's reading "An Angel At My Table". It's about a schizophrenic Kiwi, who wasn't - but just missed out on a lobotomy when her poetry was recognised for what it was. Like I said before, "art will out". "Switch off the feckin PC", I've just been told. I just have to get that shot of our boaties and their wedgies up soon. It'll have to wait.