absence
I'm typing this from someone's rooftop, with one leg dangling over Dale Street. My foot is bare, to maximize absorption of sunlight, and all the cars below seem to be open-top convertibles. You'll infer from this that a) Spring and sun are out in full force, and b) I have no excuse for the dearth of posting, apart from the vast amount of stress I am experiencing in relation to my dissertation and other imminent exam woes. But how do you worry about such things when the daytime sky is that improbable shade of blue, and nighttimes are all about falling asleep in the arms of some impossibly tender boy?