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So I’m back in Britain now, and as I have complained almost incessantly to anybody who will (or has no choice but to) listen, I am bullock shrinking freezing. I got off the place in Morocco and was cold (Morocco!), and if you’re cold in Casablanca and you’re coming back to Blighty you know things can only go downhill. London was bad, but Newcastle was worse. As my Mum cheerfully described it, the wind is like a knife right now... But enough of the now, what of the past?