So it only took me four days to find internet access. I'm in Fowey, apparently home of Daphne du Maurier, surfing on free wireless at the Toll Bar. I will almost certainly be back here.
Fowey (pronounced Foye) is like the Hampstead of Cornwall, as far as I can tell. I was just sitting next to a family where the parents had clearly had their teeth whitened, and their kids were called Sebastian, Atticus and Mathilda. I kid you not.
What've I done?
I am delighted that my house-sitting-bloggers have said everything I would want to say: a careful concoction of geek, Jewish, what's going on in Israel (that I am getting in a totally fragmentary way here)... thank you all.
I feel like... there's a lot more I'd like to say, but I'm out of practice, communicating on a moment-by-moment basis.