My ex gamekeeper is heading off tomorrow for a new life in G*****y. I am informed by a correspondent wise in the ways of the world that my innocent comments on his immediate future as the most recent recruit to Her Majesty’s colours caused my blog entry to be wiped by ever-vigilant security forces which apparently patrol the net looking for Careless Talk. He seems slightly terrified, in a ’standing on the high diving board with quaking knees’ sort of way, but actually to be quite looking forward to it. We are feeling unusually pro Western medicine at the moment. The Professor, who has not been well for about three weeks, with a feverish cold which kept coming back, gave in and went to the doctor. The virus seems to have gone its ways some time ago, but a cunning bacterial infection lodged itself somewhere in the ear/jaw region which is why he has been dozy and feeling ever so slightly poisoned. We try to keep antibiotics out of our lives as far as possible, but this was clearly a moment for precisely that. Shazam. The effect was all but immediate. While a bit weary, he is once more feeling quite human.