GROUCHO MAXIMUS

Following my flash in the pan blogging last month things have come to a bit of a standstill around here.

The past four weeks have been spent bogged down (apt choice of words here) with what can only be described as the 'mother of all colds'.

Thanks to the NHS systems unfathomable reluctance to prescribe antibiotics to people who are genuinely sick, what started as sinusitis, improved into something slightly more manageable than hell before laying siege to a household of already compromised immune systems. The past five days have not been pretty. Not been pretty at all. With the vast quantity of tissues around my bed it's hard to say whether I'm sick or nesting.

So for those of you awaiting an update, it's on its way along with some extremely fetching pictures of exotic places such as London, Ipswich and (least I forget) Bognor Regis...the Regis stands for Royal.

As a peace offering I give you Will...and beans. Things got so tough we had to farm him out for a few hours of snatched daytime sleep. It. Was. Worth. It....

Thanks Jon!!