This weekend I finally picked up my German bow from Devon after it got damaged earlier this year (picture hidden behind this link to protect the squeamish). The repair was done to an amazingly high standard, with the join literally invisible modulo the brass pins on the top.
I stayed with my grandparents, which was delightful as well as educational - I think I've located the source of my affection for cats.
Curiously, I think I saw Ian Jackson on the train opposite me on the way back, but I don't think he recognised me.
I should probably wear more Debian t-shirts.