The Crawfs have ended up on a sweltering Greek island where the allegedly sophisticated but certainly expensive hotel has no wireless access and only one scrawny terminal in the basement where I now sit gloomily at 5 Euros per 45 minutes.

So this blog formally moves into aestivation mode until 26 July or so.

The break will do us all good.

In the meantime do read Sam the Sudden. The paragraph describing how he gently leaves a poached egg on the pillow of his sleeping friend is one of the finest passages in world literature.