I spend a good proportion of my maternal time reminding my dear offspring of Life’s dangers, including the importance of safety belts – without restraint you risk flying headlong into unexpected barriers. Simple Newtonian physics. I should know that. I have a physics degree.

So why do I insist on thinking I can change these principles? What have I got over Isaac? Not much it seems. If you hit a wall you can expect consequences and today my body had a shout, stamped its feet and told me to slow down. Again.

Now to decide whether to act on this advice. I haven’t much of a choice tbh. Still, more time to get back into social circulation is good. If anyone remembers who I am, I forget myself on occasion. How very existentialist.