Finally recovered from the long long travel back home from Turkey via misadventure and familial japes, at last everyone has left the house, the damn barking dog, the drinking of unnecessary amounts of ale having slept for 4 hours in about 36 hours, blousing out of Djing on Sunday as my social battery was defunct and needed replacing or at least recharging. So I find myself back at work and reading my old diaries from mine and Mrs T’s travels to Sri Lanka all those years ago, 2001, just after the twin tower  atrocity and about 11 months after the bombing at Columbo airport; there was no one there dear reader, no tourists to fill the hotels, to pet the elephants to smoke the weed; the whole place was desperate. I realised that 24 years ago I can not remember everything that went on, but reading the pages has bought it all back to life and hopefully with the news that we’re going to try and score a family holiday back there next year a 1/4 of a century later with the kids and our good friends L&B and their kids A&R, fills me with excitement. Reading my words has bought the whole trip back to life like a rough around the edges home movie, just needs a good editor and someone who can be arsed to write regularly and then who knows what a monster I could create. 

Roll on July 2026