OK. I’ve got a new phone… I may have mentioned it. So, Amy tried to ring me three times and text me. I was painting and had my phone on silent… I didn’t know I’d put it on silent, i’d turned it down after three minutes of hell with the alarm of a rooster… couldn’t work out how to turn it off so turned it down. Or silent. I wasn’t silent in my van on bluetooth… Anyway, Amy thought, I’d probably had a heart attack and Marie was already at work… And the dogs were probably eating me. So she walked down to my house with baby in tow, just to make sure the dogs had finished me off properly. Rumours of my demise were somewhat exaggerated. I was just painting. My dogs are still starving. Poor dears. Phoenix is still Granddad’s little angel… All is well.