I’m really sorry for having disappeared of late. Recovering from man-flu, saying bye to folks, etc took a great deal of time. And then yesterday I started reading Pratchett’s new book, Wintersmith (which I got myself as a birthday present). Needless to say, I also finished it yesterday. Those Wee Free Men are wiley little rascals, aren’t they? That’s a philosophy on life I envy (they believe that this life is so good that it must be heaven, and therefore that they’re already dead. And therefore don’t fear death).

Tonight I will catch up on my life, and, like egocentric diarists before me, I will tell you all about it. When you walk the path of the ninja, sometimes you walk, sometimes you run, occasionally you perform a stealth kill, and very, very occasionally… you dance. But only when no-one’s watching.