I am to thank you all for your patience while my typing finger healed (it was the left one), and to please ask for your patience while I think of new stories to compose out of the thin air.
(Acknowledgment goes to a Liverpudlian of my same generation, who despite falling off the ferry cross the Mersey, is still a right good fellow, and just about the only person I know who will publicly admit to reading the tripe on my blog. Thank you for your support, and Sam Weller too...)
So, whilst I crack my knuckles and hunker down for a prolonged session of new writing activity here —— hold on, there's the doorbell...
