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Well, here we are, sitting at my desk back in London. Its bitterly cold outside - the forcast for Thursday is a maximum of 2 degrees and snow. Upon arrival at Heathrow it was obvious that I had returned. A couple next to me were busy feeling each other up (literally), the haircut I saw on an otherwise smart looking businessman defied description and surprise surprise, the trains were subject to massive delays. The question has occured to me a number of times over the last few days, what on earth am I doing here?

Of course, this feeling hasn't been assisted by the 2 weeks of glorious sunshine that greeted me in Australia recently. It was a difficult trip for many reasons. There were many highlights, seeing the Big Potato fulfilled a lifelong ambition. Sadly the major objective of the trip was not . Most of you know the story, I won't bore you with details.

It was an odd trip in many ways. Had been looking forward to it so much. The dinner with friends was fantastic, lunch at Ipswich was everything I wanted it to be. Ross and Yvette, you guys are the absolute best, thanks so much for looking after me. It felt like I'd never left, not really the sort of feeling you're looking for.

There is still a lot to do here though, a lot of travel to look forward to, including St Patrick's day in Ireland next month, which will definately be a highlight. The prospect of short breaks in Europe or a week in Morocco or New York is very real and probably closer than my credit card wants it to be.

Anyways, better run. Off to see Australia play Denmark in soccer tonight, looking forward to it. See ya.