Well, there I was. Living in monastic retreat, secluded from the world of blogging, sheltered from the world of car parks and shopping centres, sequestered from the modern world.

Yep, there I was. Hiding.

It was all going rather well, actually.

But then Houston gave this site some high-falutin' praise, which is great, except there's no recent evidence that might explain that praise.

So if he sent you, you might want to look at one of the pieces he always liked. Or, given that a return to active duty on SoFo now looks more or less inevitable, you could start with one of the pieces that I never quite got right, which I'll be revisiting in the months ahead.

And if two choices aren't enough, there's a surprise third option. For a limited time only, you might want to take over my spot in the monastery. It's a lovely place, full of history, and one of the cushions by the window is still warm.