I finished the tax, and prepared a crib sheet to have handy when I'm actually filing it. That remains to be done. Maybe tomorrow. I feel much better already.
If I had written about Paris yesterday, as I meant to, I would have said that none of those millions of people would dare print a cartoon of the Prophet – so, in a sense, the terrorists had won. But I learn from the radio this morning that I would have been wrong. I agree that it was pretty feeble of Biden not to turn out on Sunday. Of course security would have been a problem. That was the whole point. And America, as the country that suffered the worst terrorist attack of all, needed to be there.
Thank you for the encouraging words about Athens. Jeanfromcornwall, I will certainly provide myself with the modern equivalent of the E111 card. We've taken out the insurance that EasyJet was offering with the tickets. It was cheap, and seemed to provide what was needed – essentially, insurance against the consequences of having a stroke – and didn't seem to have a clause excluding people of 81.
Soon I will write you an essay about the Kouros of Sounon.
But for now I'll have to stop. Knitting went forward peacefully yesterday. It's bitter cold this morning – but the snowdrops are blooming in Drummond Place Gardens.