So far, in all the blog posts of the past months, I have consciously not mentioned the horrific acts that have defined members of my family these past six years: the murder of my son, Michael, and my ex-wife, Dorothy on January 28, 2003. The fact that...

Firstly my apology for the lack of posts these past couple of weeks. As you might have expected, with Helen arriving in Saudi, and with a new home for us to establish (as well as both of us in full time, demanding jobs) there hasn’t been a lot of time...