Greetings, sport fans. The rumor about my demise is greatly exaggerated.
I'm back in gainful employment which is a bit of a shock to the system, as you can imagine. Still. A very different experience from my last place of work. Bigger, better funded, but in a state of flux. Should be fun. Managed to mislay my first pay packet, too. Was this close to start blaming - out of habit - HSBC, but it turns out it was someone else's fault. Mine.
The last few days in Sweden saw us take in Mozart's painfully beautiful Requiem at Berwaldshallen in Stockholm. One of my oldest and best friends is seeing one of the first violinists in the orchestra and managed to get us tickets. It's a pretty awesome experience, a full orchestra and chorus.
Anyway. England's much of the same. We're back down the wall, and met up with our fellow travellers Bruno and Jenny. We've managed to sell our house, and find ourself a new little dream property in Clifton. Trying to keep our expectations in check, given the archaic messy turd that is house buying and selling in the UK.
I can't believe it's almost christmas. Nor can I believe England's Rugby Union side. And don't even start on the cricket..