This summer I have been a shit blogger. Since my dissertation, I have sat on trains for hours, shuttling forward and background from London, swinging from adventures in the city and, then in turn, too few at home.

I wanted a bit of balance, to fit more into a day. A good wifi connection could have worked wonders. Granted, I read the most books I have all year. That was good.

And now I have some time – the first of the summer – and it is lovely. The antsy itch that whispered “I don’t much like commuting with the general public” is fading and I’m excited about working close to home in the future. My short holiday is off to Exeter now. We will go to the zoo.

Everything coming may be out of order from the stored drafts scattered throughout my laptop. For now, this has been the last two weeks.