Well, I'm fully back to Trent Park now and struggling to combine catching up with doing new things and unpacking. We have a desperate need of shelving which is currently being thwarted by the system.

It's nice to be here, though, and getting used to a new (and longer) cycle route. Really nice to cycle through the foggy woods yesterday morning, including a tumble when the bike jammed in the mud. Left my knee slightly iffy so today was a public transport day. Always an adventure.

I'm not sure how much I'm going to enjoy the extra time involved in cycling home every evening. This was added to yesterday by having to visit the police station on the way home to report Apoa's passport having been lost on the music trip to Paris at the weekend. A bit of a surreal experience as they constantly impress on you the importance of reporting it quickly and then make it very hard. I particularly enjoyed the policeman's first response at the station which was that Apoa would have to come in herself to prove that I wasn't 'making her up'. Luckily, he decided it would be OK seeing as she's only 12.

B-)