A little while ago, I mentioned that I was going on holiday. Well, I went on holiday. PROOF:
That’s a picture! From the top of a mountain! In Madeira! I clambered for hours, mostly upwards, until I was actually above the clouds. Which. You know. Was pretty cool. Yes, it was so strenuous that on a couple of occasions I was welcoming the swift approach of death. And by the end of it, my knees felt like someone had been taking a hammer to them. But it was worth it. I think.
In fact, that’s mostly what we did, lots and lots and lots of walking. Also saw some whales and dolphins (in the sea, not up any mountains).
Overall, it was a super-nice-fun time and it already feels like it happened about a year and a half ago, rather than a week. Booooo.
So back to work it is! Both myself and Bussell are beavering away on new books that we can’t wait to show off in… well… the future. At some point. Hopefully not too far in the future.
Okay, that’s it from me, those post-holiday blues are nipping at my heels and I need to get out of here fast.
Go to Madeira. It’s nice. Though mostly made of very steep inclines. You’ll come home with thighs and buttocks your friends will be envious of. And the knees of a 152-year-old man.