A Rest Cure

I have been in hiding on a secret island. No Internet, no phone, no television, just heat, sea & cicadas. I this seclusion I suffered a strict regime of reading in the shade, enforced siestas and frequent cold showers. The holiday chalet literature included two Alistair Maclain's (one FBI one Western), an excellent James Bond homage, "the owl service", and a Margaret Atwood. My preparations for my iminent arrival in Manchester are all but complete.