Ye gods, it's 11 months since I last wittered. Eleven months in which the conservation project in West Wales has come to an end, and with it the agonies of local government bureaucracy and the sheer bloody frustration of dealing with the Welsh Assembly.
And now I'm in London. Without the dog. Which is sad, but desperate times force desperate measures. And, as they say on FaceBook, it's complicated.
At the moment I'm flat-hunting, peering up the arse-end of the rental sector in North London like a disillusioned proctologist. Longer term the plan is to bring some of the conservation expertise to bear on London. OK, not much rubble-stone walling to build, but plenty of repointing and plastering that needs doing, and no end of opportunities to inform, educate and entertain in the ways of traditional materials.
That's the plan, anyway.
And I will also try to update this more frequently, and make it more interesting. Lord knows a chap needs some amusement when there's no dog.