If you read this – and let’s face it, would I even remove a brief masterpiece like this if I am not too half dead to blog in the early hours? – I am in bed. I’m Blue Petering again, making sure your elevenses will not be interrupted by shrieks of disappointment because the witch chose sleep over duty.
Wednesday evening had a London book event on offer, which was too good to pass up. But returning to the grim north on the last train, should it decide to not be cancelled, is truly late. And I’m being realistic. I’m old. I occasionally get tired.
Shut up witch.
Enjoy your coffee now, and if you’re lucky there will be time, not to mention energy, for me to blog before heading west later on today.
Now, when did I say I was giving up travelling? And did I happen to mention how I was intending to do it?