My foreign adventure is now well over; I’ve even been back to work for several days, gone shopping, the prosaic garbage of life.

The outward journey was uneventful; never flown on Jet Airways before, but they have good planes with large individual video screens and good food (well, I’m a sucker for a curry).

I’m now all packed for tomorrow as I head out on an eastern adventure, for Bangladesh and India; first, for a wedding in Dhaka and then a holiday in Rajasthan (that’s the place where the bridge collapsed yesterday, killing lots of people).

While moving I ended up rereading Enough — it’s not been long since I first read this, but it migrated to the top of my book pile; he mentioned three beautiful things which is a blog about nice things. This struck me as an interesting idea.

Okay, so I am totally sad and writing a blog post on Christmas day. Well, the thing is that I’ve been teaching for months and moving house. This is the first still period that I’ve had for ages; well, thinking is inevitable.