Sorry, loyal reader, to be gone so long. The picture is why – that’s my broken right shoulder, after a brilliant surgeon called Peter Reilly sorted me out. (The X-ray shows the titanium plate and 9 screws he used, not some weird internal alien I’ve acquired!) In April I tried to clear a porch gutter without making completely sure the step-ladder was OK. Result: ejection of self at speed onto ground. (Something happened to the ladder too, as became evident at the scene of the crime.) I was only four steps up, but the bill was: socket of shoulder joint fractured, ball snapped off upper arm bone – called the humerus – damage to same and two major nerves. Brilliant, eh? Anyway I needed to cut back on work, and so the blogs had to go. Orders from the top!