Hi!

Home at last! I left Melbourne on Monday and arrived home about 30 hours later, last night. So if this isn’t the classiest prose you ever read from me, forgive me. I spent the longest leg of the journey (14 hours non-stop from Singapore to London) watching the whole of season 1 of the Game of Thrones prequel House of the Dragon, and still had time for a long nap and an episode or two of other things. I’ve got to say, that franchise has simply the worst sword training scenes in televisual history. It’s all 100% wild swings, that if they weren’t dodged or parried would take your head off. Ugh. If you’ve ever seen a really good sword training scene, let me know about it.

I don’t even try to work on aeroplanes: the ergonomics are impossible, and the environment is just awful for getting any real thinking done. Maybe when one or other of my books does a Harry Potter and I’m flying first class that’ll change, but I’m not holding my breath.

Except when required for breathing exercises, of course.

In my last email I had just arrived in Middle Earth (aka Aoteroa, or New Zealand), where I made some new friends…