Family visits, management meetings, a Sinclair concert, opening up a new office and six hours of concert.... I'm still here but just about finding time to tell G to do the washing up, not even doing it myself.
It's 11.30pm now, I'm kneeling in front of my computer because I can't even muster the energy to get the chair, and I'm longing for my bed.
I sense that's all you're getting out of me for now.
More soon, I promise.