I know I’m still here, but in my head I’ve packed up my stuff -no qualms whatsoever about storing away all my favourite things (material possessions, who needs ’em?)- and hit the road, or flown the coop, or set sail, for a year off. (The last, metaphorical only. I hardly think so.)

Those who know me will know that the notion of me living out of a backpack is laughable, to say the least. I think I’ve got about six months to work out how I shall do this. But I will do it. I promise (myself).