Blogging on the move

I'm sitting on a train going to London. Needless to say, we're stuck, probably to let all the Virgin trains go streaking past. Bastards. MK itself is horrible, a concrete monstrosity punctuated with horrific traffic circles. But the countryside around is quite lovely - very green and hilly and ye olde England. I'm spotting all kinds of houses that in another life I would have as my very own. I woke up this morning with a horrible case of The Yearns (it's the crisp wintry weather that does it). This sojourn is not helping.