To the four, possibly five, people who read my blog per day, I am still here. April was another sock-knocking month and I have now gone and gotten myself nice and sick. Open, on my desktop, are numerous files with half baked introductions and snippety sentences, begging to be finished and posted. I assure you, once I have emerged from my boudoir and torn myself from the loving embrace of Criminal Minds’ Behavioural Analysis Unit, I will give into the demands of these open files.

Until then, I shall remain isolated, it is apparently best for the infected (and indeed the uninfected).