Not now, just now

Clouds came and went without the promised rain. I am going to stop mentioning my health for a while for two reasons. The first, and most important, is that I am sure you are all bored with it by now; the second is that every time I mention there is an improvement, there seems to be an evil spirit listening who overturns my view. Equally, the doctors cannot pin down the problem, and in a sort of way I am hoping that the problems will disappear just as they suddenly arrived. As

Nature's hand at work in our sunsets this week. Yes, I know I have not given a medical update for the past month. As someone, in fact, Selby Black, wrote in a private message to me, “I presume no news is good news on that front.” And yes, this is true, as it is now ten days since my last severe bout of pain, and I have had every part of my body I can cross, hoping it remains so. I have been on FOD-MAP for a month now, and things have gradually gotten better, although with the

Keith Holland and I on the banks of the Zambezi contemplating the world So it is over; in my eyes, thank goodness, a total damp squib final to end weeks of football. Last night, today is Monday, Argentina and Spain were meant to challenge each other in the final. It seems Argentina would do that by playing defensively for the full 90 minutes and in extra time, without conceding or scoring. Imagine a rugby match without a try! I presume, at full time, they planned to win the t