Thanks to all those who commented on my last, rather dramatic-sounding, post.
Apologies for the delayed response. Since then I've moved house (two days after F's surprise diagnosis) and have been feeling pretty damned exhausted and (to be dramatic again) emotionally drained. There have been no words left.
I am okay though.
Despite the fact that The Husband is scheduled to fly to London tomorrow, as they're predicting an imminent terrorist attack. Oh joy.
Oh, and in response to the delightful Miss Tartan's query, my email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.