These next few days are going to be confusing ones at the CFZ. My lovely step-daughter Shosh gets married on Friday, so I will be away from the office as I prepare for another one of those rights of passage; becoming a father-in-law for the first time. As those who regularly follow the ins and outs of the CFZ will know, Graham is currently on the Isle of Man helping his mother prepare to move house.
Therefore, although I promise that the bloggo will continue because like the Pony Express we always get our man (or was that the Mounties? I can’t remember; my arteries must be hardening at a faster rate than I had imagined), it will be done from a number of computers in a number of different places. Hopefully, Graham will still be able to do whatever arcane stuff he does from his mother’s laptop on the Isle of Man, whilst Lizzy, who has very little internet access at home, will be taking her laptop down t’pub in Rochdale like something out of a 1970s Hovis Wheatgerm advert. I will be going online on an as-and-when basis, but certainly on the night before the nuptials as (being a mere man) I have been banished to the Travelodge up the road as all three aspects of the goddess as personified in my womenfolk (wife, mother-in-law, and both step-daughters) will be carrying out the ancient rituals and blood sacrifices that womenfolk have always done since before homo became sapiens (what no woman can tell and no man shall ever know).
Everything will return to normal sometime over the next weekend, so keep your fingers crossed and watch this space.