Blogging has been sparse for the past few weeks - largely due to the teacher's curse of end-of-term-exhaustion syndrome.
So just to reassure any readers that I am still here - and whilst I have been resting the world seems to have continued to move in a depressing direction: Much like Jack Jones in the 1970s, Tspiras has led Syriza and the Greek masses to the precipice of revolution, had a peek over the edge and not fancied the look of what he saw. And back home, the Tories have started to introduce the most vicious anti-trade union legislation since Thatcher. And imposed a 1% cap on public sector pay rises whilst giving themselves a fat 10%. I take both of these things personally.
But this morning the sun is shining and life is good:
I woke up to the news that the Sun has got hold of some old footage of the royal family in the 1930s having some jolly japes giving each other Nazi salutes led by unrepentant fascist fellow-traveller Edward VIII.
And most of all - to the surprise of many old friends who are gathering in North London, myself and Ms Journeyman are marking 30 years as a couple by actually getting married....