A stubborn long-lasting cold has hit us this Christmas. It's very boring. My daughter, Rebecca, began advent of 1.5 weeks of disease, after which I was infected and have been without voice for 6 weeks - but is now on the road of improvement. Then suddenly Rebecca became ill again. And out, it's as dark, cold and naughty as if you were high up in the mountains. I dream of getting to the Maldives, or Borneo to cure my tired, pale body that looked so much better days. But instead, writing letters of demand for tired disc buyers - which are sluggish in their ability to react.
I had hoped to get back this fall, but it never got off.
