'A Grovelling Griffin'

Well, that was a bit of a long gap wasn't it? I hope you've not been waiting by your computer for the last 4 or 5 weeks waiting for the next installment (What? I can dream can't I?)

I am so sorry loyal fans for taking so long to write again! Work, having been deadly quiet and threatening to push me over the precipice of financial ruin, suddenly went berserk and, coincidentally, we got a buyer for our house who loves 'quirky and adores red!' Those of you who know our little 1750s cottage know that's significant because we have lots of both! So, hopefully the fat lady will sing in the not too distant future and we will be heading along the coast to Brighton; for the sea, the roller blading, the cafe culture, the arts, the buzz of eclectic groupings of people and the pursuit of all things pleasurable. This is probably the first time I will have moved strictly by my own choice since I set off from Leicester to become a Hurdle Maker several decades ago! Interesting...

Anyway, this was just a short greeting to let you know I'm still here and will continue one saga or another within the week.

As the dulcet tones of Roy Ebden would utter at the end of his radio programme: "If you have been, thanks for listening."

(Just in case in case you don't know what a hurdle maker is...check this out. His name was 'Lit', a son of a son of a son of a hurdle maker and the man who taught me!)