Back in Bristol (where it's snowing), watching Question Time. This is in itself a minor achievement. I drove down to London last week, rather than taking the train as I usually do. Tonight, however, on hearing reports of more snow in the West Country and traffic on the M4 down to one lane, I decided to do the sensible thing and take the train home. So - tube to Paddington, buy a paper, buy a coffee, jump on the train - and just as it pulls out of the station I realise the keys to the Bristol flat are in the car. In the car park. At the House of Commons.
Anyway, on the question of salt supplies... I have a Somali friend who has been trying to interest people in investing in a salt mine up on the northern coast of Somaliland. Maybe his time has come?