Thanks Kris. And, by the way, - you don't know how funny that last comment is. I live in a converted hill farm half-way up a mountain. I wouldn't say it was damp but this morning I woke up and there was a newt on my kitchen table, staring me out! Honest!

One thing I have decided is that whatever I do, it's going to allow me to get back to being who I am. When I set out on this path I was so committed, full of ideas and what I was doing was a real expression of myself. Corporate life, and compromise, has crept up and got me, and taken over my bit of the world, so I'm going to find another bit to inhabit. With my principles. In fact, I needn't go out of the house again if I take the newt-counting option!