It has been mid-July for a while, hasn’t it? (It has.) And there hasn’t been any sign of life here, has there? (No, there hasn’t. And the same holds for most of my email correspondences.) So there must be reasons for that? (Yes, there are.) And those probably won’t be good reasons only, are they now? (No, they aren’t.) And now you’re going to promise something about going to be back soon? (No, I am not.)

Okay, apart from having quite a busy and, I dare say, complicated life these days, something had gone wrong with the blog. Not my fault, and quite probably that can be solved with just a little effort, but I don’t have the time to, right now. And perhaps I can’t be bothered to, either. So I suppose Think Small must be thought of having a summer sleep and not be expected to wake up after we have moved to England (in a month, or so). And that means the record sale (remember, there are still about a thousand records looking for a new owner) will probably be put off until then as well. Though one never knows.