Every scribbler needs an audience.

It’s a two way street.

Yes, I do accept that it is theoretically possible to scribble away to ones hearts content without any living being passing heed.

Possible, but pretty pointless.

So I must thank you once again, My Dear Reader, for your continued attention.

Of late my musings and reflections on the solar system in which we exist have begun to feel like intimate conversations with you all.

I feel like you are all present here in My Official Residence as I scribble away.

For those of you who have actually darkened my door in reality, you will no doubt be thinking that this would indeed be a most cosy and tight fitting affair were it to actually come to pass.

My Official Residence is a very pleasant LITTLE place to hang out.

Be that as it may, should any of you happen to stumble upon these shores, you will be most welcome. Indeed you will be treated to a mug of Barry’s tea and a chocolate Kimberley, assuming my local Spar is suitably supplied with the chocolate Kimberley.

Disappointingly this is not always the case.

The mysteries of life.

Failing the chocolate Kimberley, it will most likely be a Cadbury’s chocolate chip cookie or a Spar fruit shortcake.

No expense will be spared.

There might even be a visit to The Great Institution of Chatham Street involved in the proceedings.

My Good Self awaits.