Tall story

This is the end, my only friend, the end.

Another early start - up at 5 off by half past. The Ligurian hills at dawn, beautiful even from a motorway. Drop off the car, struggle through Ryan Air's luggage system, security, passport, bus.

I take my randomly allocated seat on the plane. The gentleman next to me asks if I'll swap with his wife in 1A and I end up next to Claire - for no extra charge.

At home I rustle up a stir fry and settle down for some domestic R&R. Claire, Megan and I are off tomorrow to diverse destinations. Ferdi and Angus don't wait that long - they head off to a race in Innerleithen leaving me reading Asimov's Foundation.