Catching up with the wind

Work hit me around the head with a shovel and dragged me into the barn, not letting me out until I had sheared all the sheep and dealt with a crazy yokel or twelve. I might be taking this slightly bizarre metaphor a bit too far...

Anyway, a week on holiday followed by a trip abroad with work, followed by a trip to visit friends, followed by a bank holiday leads to not enough time for the really important things in life, like sleeping and blogging. On the other hand, it does feed the soul. Or the nasty corners of the mind with fodder that can be used for the blogging. I have a lot I want to talk about, but the secret nature of this venture means I can only do it at home (I don't want work to be able to trace this - I'm not exactly complimentary about some of my colleagues), and I don't want anyone I know to find out about it. Tom has to be out before I will log in. And recently, he has been here. A lot. Which is lovely. It just means I don't get an awful lot done.