In fact, it is going to be slow around the Salut! empire for a little while.
Tomorrow, I surrender to the surgeons of Charing Cross Hospital, which is nowhere near Charing Cross but in Hammersmith, for a minor op.
Minor, but on my right hand.
So it is guesswork as to when I will be able to write normally again. Read a bit more about it here and at the onward link contained in that posting.
The headline, in part, pays tribute to the excellent play I saw last night at the Gielgud Theatre in London's West End.
And no Prime Minister, reacquaintance with the UK has not been smooth:
* BT gobbled up coins in two callboxes in west London today without either allowing me to make the calls or returning the money. I declined quite sharply the operator's offer of a 20p refund, by post, after the first incident. When the second took my losses to 80p, I accepted on principle. the cheque will appear here in due course
* the tannoy at Sainsbury's at 10.30am this morning announced that while the shop was open, as witnessed by the presence of customers, it was open "for browsing only" until 11am. Our idiotic Sunday trading laws are apparently to blame
* and evidence that a rainy country cannot cope with rain. After the theatre, Piccadilly station was in chaos with lines closed or severely disrupted and bemused staff saying they "thought" no one was being allowed through. It led to an interesting journey home, involving splodges through water, two buses and a different Tube line from Oxford Circus. Mind, it had indeed been raining
A bientot!
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