Back from the delights of Interlaken and Cornwall to boring, pressured work. First, though, I have to tell you about the wonderful visitors' book in the cottage I stayed in. Most people complained that the cleaners weren't doing a good job, and perhaps they had a point: Two years ago, some guests said they weren't too keen on the drops of dried blood on the bathroom floor. When I was there, I was rather intrigued by the splashes of dried blood on the bathroom ceiling beams. There was plenty of it. Another entry in the guest book detailed the misery endured by a couple who had to go without television for FOUR DAYS!!! I mean, what can you do in a place like Cornwall if there's no telly? It must be hell. It clearly was hell for the Smith family. A wonderful couple from Switzerland recorded that they had gifted the cottage with a cafetiere. Yay! Thank you Anne and Laurent! You're my friends for life. To celebrate the Swiss, I made rosti and donated the cheese grater to the cottage. Anyway, I went blackberrying accidentally (I've never seen so many blackberries), so when I got back I made eleven apple and blackberry crumbles. I practised my German in Switzerland and in Cornwall. Don't ask. It doesn't make any sense.