I’ve not been well. I am, however, getting better. Counselling knocked a lot loose this week when we started talking about the origins of my big depressive episode. This meant wandering through the seeds of the breakdown of my first marriage and a miscarriage that, to be honest, still hurts to remember.

It was, in my counsellor’s words, deep work, and it has felt the last few days like all the scabs have been torn away. It has been difficult, painful, and I know I’ve worried a number of people with how low I’ve been. Fortunately the great British public have been a great distraction, and that’s helped me get through.

I am getting better. I’ve even been smiling today.