And so I am about to disappear off for another 9 weeks. There was something silly in coming home - I now have to go away again. Yes, so 9 weeks is nothing and shall fly by and is generally going to be pretty cool (good work, looking forward to catching up with people over there, friend coming out, parents visiting, trip to Beijing planned etc.etc.)... but right now I reckon I'll suffer from a pretty rotten Sunday evening blues / Monday morning feeling. In fact, it's as though my commute to work is beginning now - but it involves taxis, check-ins, customs, trains, a plane, and the short matter of 6,000 miles.

Having said that, thanks to a lovely meal at The Narrow last night - there's a review here which, probably does it justice - it's well worth a trip, and then lunch with Anthony & OJ today, I'm suitably full of British puddings and red wine. I'll be t-total from both until 8 March so I had to be seen off well...