I was getting some sun on my old bones, before winter sets in, or until the time I again go and spend some more time with friends who live in sunnier climes.
It was nice to be missed, but like an irritating itch, I'll never completely go away. Though I did have a short AW break before my hols, when trying to debate with people on the lash got a little too trying.
Now I'm rested I'll run rings round them again, and then really upset them by hiding their bottle of meths.
