For the next week, this blog will be based in London, where I'm on a brief family visit. I seem to have had a lucky escape, getting here before yesterday's air traffic control shambles. This is very unusual for me, as I normally find myself caught up in any flying trouble going. I was here when the unpronounceable Icelandic volcano erupted and was stranded for a week. And I was here when Heathrow Airport closed for five days due to a few inches of snow and they tried to dig the planes out with garden spades, Heathrow having long forgotten that it's an airport and not a shopping centre with a few flying machines.
Mind you, I did have a lot of trouble with trains from Manchester yesterday. More on this at a later date as I cannot, right now, bring myself to type the M word again. Football fans will understand.