No pressure to think of something funny, even though I know it's only self-imposed pressure. No blog stats to look at, no responses to deal with.
Eileen and Hnaef will, I hope, be back sometime June-ish. But not in Husborne Crawley. I've wrecked the place's Google searches for years to come and it needs a break. And I feel like I've done pebbles and tea lights. But I've a lot of research to do. Something I can enjoy. And a new job to start. Which might need some time of its own.
So maybe I can blog here for a bit and just get the odd response from the occasional mate.