If you tuned in earlier expecting to read one of my banal, humourless brainfarts then you will have been disappointed.
Or delighted at the silence, as the case may be.
I have been busy.
One of the things I love about going away for two weeks is the complete lack of responsibility. Paintjob needs a touchup? Someone else's responsibility. Garden looking overgrown? Not my problem. Roof leaking again? Couldn't give a shit.
One of the things I hate about going away for two weeks is coming home to a backlog of crappy little jobs around the place that delighted in piling up in my absence.
I think I need a holiday.