I thought that I should share this with you after returning from London on the off-chance that someone might want it explaining to them, as I did before a little judicious googling set me straight. “What is a “Frog Tour” and why are there spaces set aside for them behind County Hall in London?” I hear you ask. Well, according to Google Frog Tours are the old name for “Duck Tours,” a London tour operator with the fairly unique selling point of offering tours in an amphibious vehicle, namely a converted World War II DUKW. So now you know.

In other news I find it highly amusing (pun intended) that there was a Pope (later Saint) Hilarius (461 – 468) and, if you like to play on pronunciations, one or more Pope Bonifaces. Perhaps I can work Pope Hilari[o]us into a story somewhere…

On that note I’ve managed to write some more of Muse this afternoon, the first work I’ve actually done on it in the last couple of weeks. I was feeling that the story was getting away from me somewhat, and as a result the stuff that I banged out in about half an hour this afternoon was darker than the earlier work, which had a light and fluffy texture. Hopefully I’ll be able to get the two tones to gel together at some point but in writing this afternoon’s pages I’ve taken quite a leap from point to point in the story. Some tidying up will be required later on, I feel.

Not much else to report at the moment really. I’m back at work tomorrow, which is of course a royal pain, but at least it means that I have something to do to while away the days to payday, which can’t come soon enough this month. London is a money sink; it has a special way of siphoning off your funds as you traipse around it so that your return home is replete with the sound of wallets flapping like floundering fish as they gasp for relief from the spending.

Perhaps that means that I’ll have to hold off on buying some new toys for a couple of months. Yes, that seems quite likely.