Steve and Melinda are gone, Si and Laura, Thomas and Lydia are gone, and Margaret and I woke up to a very warm day, with a hotel breakfast. I’ve been reading and chasing hares and remembering how good it feels to work (in the Foucauldian sense of ‘trying to think something different from what one thought before’). Maybe one or two forays into the outside world, but we’re committed to the premise that this holiday will not be hyperactive. We will seee a sight or two, but the highest priority here will be rest and renewal.