"I have been eating cake twice a day in the middle of a desert.

Beware those who plan to put up barricades in my chosen path.

I shall sit on them and squash them good."

That's what I wrote in the back of my book on the plane on the way back. I blame it on sleep deprivation, sunburn and packing only one book, a huge collection of poetry, to read during a seven-hour flight. The upside is: I am now able to answer all my 482 unread mails in Iambic Pentameter.

We're back back back.

New plans. New ideas. Open for business.