In his new book Julian Barnes says "I don't believe in God but I miss him".
The rewards from yesterday's expedition into godism have begun arriving already.
My first reward manifested itself in the middle of the night, when I put on the TV at about 3 am. I had forgotten another of the things that the Bavarians do so well - porn. None of your American obsession with head shots of head jobs, and proctological exams. No, the Bavarians work wonders with just the basic curvaceous areas, but with imaginative scripting and locations, the results are a delight. And at 3 am they get under your defences and straight to the pleasure zone.
Fortunately, I was saved by good sense and the need to build up my health. Otherwise I would have had to tip the chambermaid in the morning.
The second reward came this morning in the shape of a new breakfast waitress, milky skinned and blonde, not beautiful but, more importantly, sexy and good natured. Sadly I was unable to pay tribute to her charms in the way that I had seen Bavarians doing on the TV, so I left a tip instead, a new experience for me.