I apologise for my recent absence but I've been contending with a huge pre-summer workload, a bereavement and a kidney stone so I have had little time to spend on my wibblings.
But, never fear, Virgin Atlantic have managed to deliver myself, Mrs Catmando and our luggage to sunny Florida, for a fortnight's rest and recuperation. Or at least that was the plan.
It has been scupper end by three things. Firstly, I lost my expensive sunglasses somewhere which meant having to go out a buy a cheap replacement pair that I probably can't lose if I tried. Secondly, the local branch of Barnes & Noble, the bookstore chain, had copies of the egregiously dangerous anti-medicine What Doctors Don't Tell You in its racks (so I covered it up and bought a book by Paul Offit instead). Finally, the sun is barely visible because it is raining so hard.
It's a visible sign of El Niño. Increased precipitation in the south east of the USA accompanied by cooler than usual temperatures. A dampened on the holiday perhaps, but here's a prediction. Those reliable deniers will start using the current weather to say I told you global warming was a hoax. Give it time.