Yes, ok, you thought that we’d been sold into the white slave trade by the Sicilian mafia but, as it happens, no. I felt that I ought to update here because I rang a friend today to make arrangements for the weekend and she said “but you’re in Sicily”. I explained that I was back and she said “but I read your blog every day and you’re not back”. While I am, of course, touched by her enthusiasm for this website, I feel that she should know that you can’t believe everything you read on the internet. Pressure of work and a sick child [leading to the utterly laughable experiment which my loving spouse and I attempted yesterday and today respectively, of trying to work from home with an, again respectively, sick and recovering three year old on our hands] have kept me from telling you hair raising tales from the Sicilian hinterland but just you wait, this weekend, all will be revealed. I know, I know, you’re on the edges of your seats out there. Look, Mum, if you’re really keen you can start with the hundreds of photos on Flickr.