I’m back in Leeds, and it’s raining. Has been for two weeks, apparently. Leeds-girl looks rather dashing under her pink umbrella. And Jemima is happy enough to be snuggling in. I am very happy that our house still has internet connection – I was thinking we wouldn’t. Means that I still have this snail-shell blog to creep into. There’s so much to sort out this week but I don’t want to think about it yet. Think I’ll read a novel set in the Norwegian middle ages. Don’t want to leave the mountains and sunshine and fragrant summer air behind altogether.