My summer of gross self indulgence is nearly ended, and I’m now on my way home. I say ‘on my way’ rather than ‘at’ since the massive tidying session I stayed to help with took so long it became too late to get home tonight. I could theoretically have got the train and arrived around midnight, but it seemed better to stay with a friend in Devon and get the train back tomorrow morning. It’s hard to believe reality beckons once more, with only two weeks until the university term resumes. I’ve had a summer unlike any other, and I can expect pretty severe culture shock. I have dutifully and carefully transported three Physics textbooks from one end of the country to the other, all of which have remained resolutely unopened in my rucksack. It’s gonna be a mighty struggle to get my brain back into shape…

You may have noticed that my elaborate plans for blogging my adventures throughout the previous nine weeks have gone awry, and even before posting via email broke my updates were scarce. (I suspect the posting problem is due to software upgrades on my hosting server, but I’ll have to investigate further.) It really is such a hassle to type things on a phone keypad, and that was doubtless a contributary factor, but most insidious is the danger of activity so fascinating and frenetic that it leaves no time for blogging. Regular updates for my loyal readership are, while doubtless enjoyable for all, a sure sign that I have nothing better to do (or at least nothing I would rather pursue). Prepare for numerous ramblings once lectures start again…