I’m still here. We are still OK. Things are a lot different than they were before. Our move to Brighton after 13 years of living in London was we thought the main deal for 2018. Only everything 7 months on from that move is all ‘pre’ and ‘after’. Kind of like having kids but totally not like having kids. There is no celebration when something rubbish happens. It isn’t something you shout out about or at least we didn’t. Celebration comes later, albeit in a more cautious way with a few less wines. We hunkered down. Our unit drew in, small and impenetrable because it was rubbish and people were worried. We didn’t want to talk and we didn’t want to share, everything else faded and it was just