After a very productive couple of days with HP in Zurich, Charmian (Love) and I headed off to the airport this evening, albeit in some trepidation because we had heard a fair number of flights to London were being cancelled. After a fair old wait, my flight to Heathrow was cancelled, but hers seems to have gone through. So I’m holed up in Room 333 (half the Number of the Beast), hoping for Heathrow to drag itself into the 21st century. But have made a good deal of progress with idea for the next book, which is encouraging.
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