Obediently jumping through the hoop held up by Zola, the whipcracking Nude Ringmaster, the present state of play in the Burrow is as follows:
anticant is just about coping with a backload of paperwork chores which have piled up and are a drain on his limited energy. He has also been feeling even limper than usual following a mammoth shopping expedition at the weekend to replenish stores which were depleted while he was without a car. The new car is lovely, but hasn't been far afield yet as the weather is not conducive to joyriding even if anticant felt inclined, which he doesn't at the moment.
anticant is, however, cheered up by the unexpected re-emergence of an old and dear friend who has been too ill to contact anyone for the past 18 months, but is now picking up the threads. So there's always hope.
ben is frantically searching the further reaches of the internet for new jokes, but there seems to be a dearth at the moment. Maybe because it's the "silly season".
The beadle and wooffie have been sent off with a copious supply of brandy in search of summer. So far, they have reported back negative results.
Serious and lighthearted posting will be resumed as and when anticant feels capable of translating his multitudinous fleeting thoughts onto the keyboard. Meanwhile, he keeps up comments on other's blogs and has left recent footprints in Lapland, USA and elsewhere.