Greetings, world.

Just to let you know that I am still alive, more or less, albeit deep in boxes and packing paper. What’s strange about moving house is that the pleasure one gets from buying things to reward oneself for working is notably less than the pleasure one gets from throwing them away.

The main problem here is that BT have let us down. Faced with the seemingly simple task of turning on our broadband link they have failed miserably, and an engineer is said to be ariving tomorrow to try to fix the problem. The inconvenience of all this is vasty, since our other connection to the Internet is via my iPad and assorted iPhones which are fine for many purposes but not for serious work such as updating this website.

Otherwise I am reliant on my laptop and dongle which seem to find the remoteness of this new house too great a challenge. Groan.

At least Crawf Minor fended off a strong challenge from a few hundred million brilliant Asian students and won an offer of a place at Cambridge to read Natural Science, or NatSci as we experts call it. Hurrah.

Back to normal service or something close to it tomorrow, I fervently hope. Or, there again, not.