The holiday is definitely over. After a leisurely breakfast, we drive through a soli three hours of rain back up the M40 to Shropshire. We are back where we belong, under the Cameron government which delights in short-term savings that undermine our defences against flooding, and doesn't really care whether or not we are linked to the rest of Europe. It's a grim place to be in any weather, but after two weeks of Sicilian sunshine the contrast is even more painful. Still, we grit our teeth and trudge onward, a step at a time. Happy New Year.