I have been a lax correspondent of late, mainly because I’ve been distracted by the BBC online game CDX linked to the Rome series. Great game and reminiscent of In Memoriam, though not quite so fiendish, but a shared thread of the Sol Invictus. Give it a go.
Meanwhile, Mizz P is home again, not of home-sickness, but only because dad was able to snaffle a couple of tickets for McFly last night.
Pleased to say that she is thoroughly happy at Sheffield and my grown-up girl. She has a bloke who she describes as a gentleman who pays for everything. That might change as his student loan gives out. The downside is that he is called Kev and he comes from 40 miles around Birmingham, which doesn’t narrow the area down by much.
But the kids have been having a bash at my Do You Think What You Think You Think book and all been getting better balanced views than mine which are clearly my tension between The Telegraph and The Guardian. Hey ho.