So it has arrived, as I always knew it would. Today is the last day of what I so pompously called a “sabbatical”. The noble list of chores was touched upon but not completed. There has been plenty of relaxing and a fair smattering of indulgence. As a last kapow, we spent the last couple of days “down south”, in the delightful town of Topsham on the Exe estuary. It was the perfect winter treat, a nice hotel, great gig, a couple of glasses of red, the moistest carrot cake in the world and no rain. Now I have to face reality. It has a habit of returning to bite you on the bum. At the risk of sounding like a creep, I am actually quite looking forward to it. Early night tonight!