Hello Reader, This newsletter is particularly difficult to write … not emotionally, not intellectually, just physically. My right, middle finger is swathed in dressings, and held rigid by an internal, wire brace. You might say (like my less-than-sympathetic partner) that it’s my own fault and I have only myself to blame. But somehow, I feel you will understand. As one of my friends said: it was worth it. Almost. I was cavorting in the sea under a full, red moon, you see. A couple of friends...