A late reply to your question, Ged, no cricket books purchased as I had shot my bolt on a rare tome related to the colonial administration of Nigeria, a period in which my great great uncle played a small role. A lucky find as Reginald knew one of the contributors to the book. To keep this cricket related, I have a photo of him in his cricket whites at the Africa Club in Calabar. He left a journal of his travels in the country by canoe and motor launch. I’ve just finished a book, contextualising his writing with contemporary debates surrounding British Empire. On the search for a publisher.

Thanks, Ged. Really appreciated.

Your child-drawn amoeba, on the other hand, looks to have all the moves, TheSmudge. Well done you/that amoeba.

I’m really good, AP, thank you. The new joint itself is bloody miraculous. I am not perhaps as agile as a gazelle, as that would take more than mere surgery, but am perhaps as spry as a wildebeest. And I have an impressive 10” scar on my left buttock for use as a conversation starter at parties, receptions and levees.

How are you doing, thesmudge? Hopefully your recovery is going well despite the… y’know… everything?

It’s a lovely amoeba, but you can change it here.

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No photographic evidence available, (un)fortunately

Call me Ishmael. If I’m not in, leave a message.

That tale has the vibe of the first chapter of Moby Dick.