Deep in Kukuanaland

She knows her audience...

My apologies to regular readers as blog posts have been precious few this year, a bare dozen and not what we have come to expect from young Kinch.  I can but plead the fact that I have been deep in Kukuanaland these last few months and that if I escape alive, I shall return loaded with the first half of a legal education from the proud warrior chaps that run that particular establishment. Between maintaining a respectable work return at my day job and ensuring that all my essays and such make it in, there's been precious little time for anything else. 

I have just about managed to keep my head above water writing for Battlegames.  We concluded a rather exciting Napoleonic game played by email, though at a rather more leisurely pace than I would normally go for. 

The rather excellent lid pictured above was a gift from Mrs. Kinch on the occasion of my turning thirty five last week.  She is the finest of all her sex, as if I needed reminding. 

 

It has taken me a lifetime to reconcile myself to 

the fact that I will never be able to pull this look off.

There's not much else to write really other than to thank the correspondents who were in touch during the week - it's nice to be missed. I hope it won't be long until the next posting.