Tho' the rum-drinkin' in this household be in a woeful state of nonexistence due to me present condition, I can say that:
- The sunsets still be beautiful.
- Quartermaster Telstar still be guardin' us fiercely - Terryfyin', no?
- A venture on a cable car was had with me work colleagues in London - read all about it here.
If any of ye London lot wish to see me before I ship off with me trusty First Mate Bloke and Princess Humuhumu, I shall be in yer fair city and available for noshin' at noontide or grogtide on Wednesday 26 September for belated birthday celebrations. Yes, I've ridden this here titchy blue-green rock around a giant ball of fusing gas quite a number of times now. After that, I shall be at sea, in both literal and fig'rative senses, if ye catch me drift.