Sorry about that.  You know how it is.  No?  Well, I’ve been busy: a fitful return to work after a few weeks’ annual leave, visits from friends and family, a family wedding, daughter going off to start university, stuff like that.   How fitting, then, that this morning, the first chilly embrace of autumn, should see the restoration of my broadband connection after nine months, following ntl customers’ liberation by the heroic invaders of Virgin Media.  So you’ll be hearing more from me than you have in a while.  Sorry about that too, David.  Anyway, the good news, amid economic tremors and our inexorable descent into bombing Iran, is Lorna’s imminent (?) referral to a head doctor.  L, I would have left a message at your place but the LiveJournal comment-box cryptographers defeated me.  Suffice to say, I hope you get to see someone very soon, and that, if my experience with an NHS psychologist is any guide, your “hey! I don’t feel like shit!” moments may become much more frequent.  As the lady herself is fond of saying: Yay!