It’s been nearly two months! During which time son has moved on from Lynyrd Skynyrd to The Beatles, Mr Miff has embedded half of Yorkshire in his person and is a walking advert for the efficacy of carbon fibre cycle helmets. Ms Miffy – safely back from her sojourn in Bosnia with BF – is with us part time until she departs for her term in New York. Me? I’m my usual cheerful, sleepy self. Miffdog ditto. One sad note: poor Miffcat MK II had to take that Last Trip to The Vet a week ago. More about that in my other (Greenpatches) blog.