Home again. I've been lying in the hammock in the back garden making conversation with the foxes who trotted through or stopped for a scratch. OK, I did most of the talking.

There's a huge pile of mail still waiting to be opened, and other things that have come through the front door include my harpsichord, which I'd hired out to another group, and ... a big box of 7" EPs! We'll get these available for sale in the next week or so. On top of the pile of mail, Helen left this story cut out from last Friday's Guardian.

After flying into Glasgow yesterday morning, I'd planned today as a buffer zone in which to mow the lawn and start to get back into 'home' mode. But the contents of my suitcase are still in neat piles all over the floor. I think it will take me some time to get up to speed. 

I got stung for $60 baggage excess at Toronto on the way home, by Zoom this time, after having to empty my bags on the concourse all over again. I'd somehow got my suitcase under 20 kg, but my carry-on was too heavy this time. I should have been charged $80 but I didn't have change ...