Invisible Mud

It would be rather remiss of me not to indulge you to my whereabouts these past months.

Just barging back into your lives with insightful pieces of prose without explanation was woefully impolite.

You see readers there's reason for it 'Sweden'

Yes thank heavens for the Swedes;for in their infinite wisdom they crowned me with the Nobel Prize for Literature (yes standards have dropped)

Along with a great deal of respect the NP (as past recipients like to refer) furnishes one with a Saab size wad of cash.It couldn't have come at a more appropriate time considering the downturn in well... everything!

Now here was an opportunity to give back to Sweden. I employed the creative services of Tham and Videgard Hansson Artitekts to build myself a new house, something mod,but discreet to keep the autograph seekers at branch length.

So with all the reliance and durability of a Volvo they came up with the Invisible Tree House.

While this resurrection was taking place, I was to be found hopping from bed to bed at IKEA in Elizabeth, New Jersey. There was no time write, just luxuriate with a copy of 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo"among the faux pine and gleeful renters of furniture.

So here I am, back amongst the foliage of Central Park keeping an eye on the manifestations of Manhattan down below.

Due to my new found fame,soon to be Ex Mrs, Tiger Woods has delightfully made her services available for three days a week to house clean,which really brings a wholly new meaning to ABBA's "The Winner Takes It All"