Just like General MacArthur, I have returned!
On this beautiful spring morning I have decided to re-open my blog with a photograph of this charming building, which used to occupy the exact spot where Rats' Bottom now stands. Where civil servants from the Department of Agriculture once toiled to keep our country self-sufficient in food after the last war, I now sit and wait for Ocado to deliver my Kenyan beans to my high-tech kitchen.
It's good to be back, though slightly odd. I believe my mind may have been altered by the "therapy" I received in that awful place in Norwich and I no longer feel quite so disagreeable. I look at the government (which appears to be a different one to the one I remember) and I think what nice young men they all seem. Misguided, certainly, especially in their choice of dining and riding companions, but one feels that they mean well.
I have lost touch with you, dear Reader and cast this crumb onto the brook of life to see if you are still there. I'm putting on the kettle now and shall expect you for coffee shortly.
