I am edging backwards into normal life. I don't want to put myself into some kind of toxic shock situation so I left my mail unopened and accepted an invitation to go to Shoreditch House on Monday morning. 4500 miles from beach towel to sun lounger. It was actually really very warm on Monday and I had the added bonus of being the brownest person by the pool. It was a gentle re introduction back into my London life not that I really have a life which is the next problem I need to sort out. I feel better when I am horizontal at the moment it's all a bit much.