Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Just to give you two or three who still come together here a bit of advance notice, Ol’ Robbo is going to be away from teh blogs this coming week on biznay. (Unless, that is, he can manifest the patience to dial in via his iWhatever phone thingy, which is laborious and highly doubtful.)
Perhaps it’s just as well. The flu I’ve been dealing with recently has been unusually hard to shake. Work has been (and will be) unusually intense. And on the domestic front, at the moment aggravations, as Ol’ Will might have said, come not single spies, but in battalions.
Evidently because of all this, Ol’ Robbo’s Muse seems to have wandered off and left me without inspiration for the moment. (I mean, posting about Joan Collins getting flogged? Really?)
Anyhoo, I’ll be back round next weekend, hopefully tanned, rested and ready to bring you friends of the decanter something actually worth reading.
In the meantime, the decanter and walnuts are on the table and the Stilton is on the sideboard.