All good things...

... just have to come to an end, don't they. For example, Peeyush's extended bacheloorhood, and, more importantly, my stroll in the Alps. I fly back in an hour to li'l old England, and to work tomorrow. But, the image of Matterhorn goes with me, in many, many forms.

For people who wonder a little about the next post, simply note that I am alive, though a little shorter on currency.