So. My scars were a little healed by the mortifying apologies, despite my best protestations. The social jungle of December has been navigated and the rains of January usher in a joyfully empty social calendar. Aside from a neat little batch of focus groups waiting to snarl up the middle of the month.

So of course my head starts ticking over what I do next. A dance class maybe? I started capoeira on Saturday – in a shabby and ill-co-ordinated way of course. But this will not keep my mind occupied outside of wrestling with Scottish Enterprise, IRN-BRU, Hep C and s1 during my day job. So maybe a play? Just a little one? (Has she recovered from the wounds of CCC? I think she has.)