Got back from Tenerife last night. A week was not long enough. Did very little, read Barack Obama's 'Dreams from my father' and 'The audicity of hope', watched his inauguration on Sky News and felt proud all over again. Spent most days at the beach or nestled on rocks sunning ourselves like lizards, trying to warm the bones for slow release on return. Finding it hard to get going again. Continued lazing today - by the radiator - and catching up on a few phonecalls. Another month of this would be fine.