A long night at home

I woke this morning to find it wasn't and that lunch was festering in the sun, long overdue. The afternoon, spent recovering from the garden party fatigue contracted in a sunny, end-of-term Cambridge, has all too quickly become the dead of night. It was eaten by a host of tasks of limited value: learning the art of Sudoku, catching up on Botswanan Detectives, perusing the web, browsing photo albums and considering whether I should unpack yet. This is why I'm still up, setting up this blog from which I can post the Letter from Stan.