Yeah, I've become something of a home body in the past ten years or so, Paul. The crazy life-style I had to lead before eventually caught up with me and some hefty health hiccups kicked in. These days, I doubt I hobble past the terrace gate more than three or four times a year. Suits me fine. Feet on the ground, head in the clouds. Life could be worse. Hardly miss the decades when I was a kinda jet-about international writing gypsy in a sensible suit and a mad rush. Cheers. Neil
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