If there was ever a time in my life where the future is completely uncertain it’s now. I can’t see what’s around the corner or even what’s directly ahead… and that’s not just because my glasses are so covered in rain and other assorted crud.

They’ve been perched on my head since mid-afternoon, when I had an important appointment, throughout a quick drink with a friend on her birthday then supper at Iain and Becks, followed by a walk home across the moor in the dark. When we got in and I was photo-less, in my slightly addled mind I thought this would make a good symbol, not just for my addled-ness but for my whole world at the moment.

When will there be clarity? When will I be able to see something ahead? When will the whirlwind come to a standstill?

Still, the good news is that we made it across the moor on a foggy night when all of the navigation were obliterated by cloud. Although it was raining and we got soaked, we made it unscathed. No falling over, no getting lost, no mishaps.