I was ill. It’s a poor excuse and I don’t like to make it.
But I got this infection in my gum that went into the joint in my jaw, and I kept crying, and my hair was falling out. I went mad. I got off the tube at Bank and didn’t know where I was, so I spun slowly on the spot just trying to understand what the Maps app was telling me. Go north! But which way is that? And I was so tired, and I had to recover, and I’m sorry I didn’t write you a story.