Comfort Blip

Nothing like a simple facade around your home block to restore your sense of well being! We were lunching diagonally across from this scene and, over coffee, I said to DD, 'Excuse me a minute, I've just seen a blip.'

So home safely and on the mend. Seems extremely strange not to be able to walk onto the Cairo streets that have filled my days, or at least views from the balcony, during these last few days.

We closed our eyes on our own pillows last night, supported by the 1,100 independent springs of the Carrington mattress I purchased in Edinburgh 26 years ago, before we ever met, and drifted off to sleep. 'How quiet it is...', murmured DD before slipping over. And it was, until 3am when I was blasted awake not by the muezzin but the first of the mid-summer San Joan firecrackers! Welcome home!