Evening all, and I hope you had a great weekend as Mrs C and I did. I did fire up the bike, but I wasn't actually feeling 100%, so I thought it best just to listen to the engine (one of my simple pleasures) rather than take to the lanes of West Dorset and terrify the old dears. I did manage to get my thoughts about an upgrade into the conversation in the car on the way back to Newton this afternoon, and to my delight Mrs C didn't dismiss the idea out of hand ......  (I can't pretend she was overly enthusiastic, though.)

It was good to speak with many of you earlier, and reassuring to know that this blog is read so avidly! I've actually found someone who might be prepared to do a limited production run, if I get round to printing out my ramblings of the past three years, so watch this space .. ! As I've said before, it won't be quite in the league of Dr John Rae's 'Letters from School', in which he allows us to see his diary while he was HM of Westminster School, because as he was befriending Prime Ministers and the like, and pontificating about the social scene of the United Kingdom, my friends and I, at the time, were behaving as fresh-faced schoolmasters who have just been let out of university do (did, Hannah C):imbibing excessively, driving ridiculously extravagant sports cars and hurling ourselves out of first floor windows, taking the Headmaster's wife's rose bush with us. (See much earlier post. You can find it by putting 'Operation Floribunda' into Google.)

All is quiet next door, and I think the LMs are asleep.

I think I've said enough for tonight.

Goodnight.