I was going to explain my absence, but what would that achieve? So instead I'll tell you random things and maybe you can join that together into some kind of sensible story. I managed to find the right kind of notepad. Thanks Jen, wouldn't have been able to do that without you. It makes all the difference to have the right one. I know I have a million and one places to write stuff down, but not all of them are the right place. I really need to organise all the notebooks and stories I have dotted about the place. Maybe next year. Anyway, the new book is perfect, and already filling up with the great story about Lowell and York, and a few other people. You'll like this one, I can tell. In other news, I still haven't worked out how to get a return in this edit pane without sending the blog, so you'll be reading a really huge paragraph. My Burton snowboarding catalogue turned up, about four million years after I asked for it. I had horrible thoughts about what fate might have befallen it, but no, it was fine. Just very, very late. None of my friends actually read this blog, so I can safely say that my bananas are going to have eyes. Once again, thanks have to go to Jen for the idea. Genius. And the vines are going to look so cool, it's a shame most of the world won't see them. Still, those who care, the cult of the monkey, will see, understand and appreciate. And I think the parrot will like it. He's been a bit bored and lonely on top of the palm tree for a while now, and even though we draped a bit of black fabric over his head recently, I think he still craves attention. Bit of new scenery should make him happier. Of course, the question that must be on none of your lips is "what about the alpine scenery?". And my answer to that is, well, I don't really have an answer. I'm asking everyone to perhaps imagine we're in a jungle near the alps. Could happen, you never know what surprises global climate change will throw up next. So I think that's all I wanted to say right now. Actually, I didn't want to say anything, but there's this little nagging voice in the back of my head that says I shouldn't be so bloody lazy about everything. Time to buck up, kiddo.
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