Well, he didn't. Not really. This is just a post to say that there's nothing much worth posting about and I couldn't think of a title.
This weekend I'm off up to Northumberland on a combined romantic weekend with the wife and research trip for the novel. I haven't been to places like Hadrian's Wall and Holy Island since I was about 14, so I need to refresh my memory - take a few notes, shoot a few snaps - to help me with the final edits for The Concrete Grove. I'm really looking forward to the trip; it's a beautiful part of the world.
If I don't come back, the Roman ghosts will have got me. Or the local mythical worm. Or something.
In the meantime, tell Lebbon I want my hamster back.