Camping. The house is empty and cold, and not because there's no furniture. Where is that girl o' mine? I'm hoping for a big strong tailwind for her flight home.

My time at home passes either sleeping on an air mattress on the floor, or huddling on a tiny little canvas chair in front of the TV. There's no point in unpacking our Singapore boxes, since there's no furniture to put anything in. I've turned on the oven once, to toast some bread.