Call me odd if you like (many have) but I've always kept a metaphorical little box of compliments in my head, to cheer me up on days where all I want to do is lie in bed and smoke cigarettes.  My favourite of these, saved for days when I truly 'vant to be alone', is when a little old lady who I was campaigning at told me I ought to be Prime Minister...which I think of as a compliment, even if many of you may not.

Before you start to wonder what on earth I'm rambling on about now, let me explain...well, the thing is I feel like I finally have the physical article.  I logged in quickly this morning, to check for messages etc...I was feeling vaguely grotty, and decaffeinating rapidly...when I happened upon my feedback box.  And so now I'm figuratively skipping through metaphorical meadows once again...and once I've consumed the requisite gallon of coffee, I shall be quite back to my normal self.  Thank you guys...