The current took me out so far this time I think I've landed in South Africa or perhaps resting in the South China Sea.

That is the first sentence I've written for my own pleasure in a year, when I stopped writing my newspaper column.

My muse picked up and left, just like Mary Poppins with an English sniff of her aristocratic nose and her umbrella under her arm.

My soul knew I had to stop writing the column, even if my head (and everyone else) thought I was nuts.

Feels good deep inside to write, though this post is just a baby post relearning how to walk.