There may be trouble ahead...

Midas's barber was the only human who knew that Midas had been cursed by the god Apollo and had ass's ears. Unable to bear having the secret, the barber dug a hole in the ground, and shouted the secret into it, thereby unburdening himself of his secret. He filled in the hole, but sadly, some reeds sprang up, that whispered the secret whenever the wind blew.

Welcome to my hole in the ground. There are things I want to tell you. So many things. But I can't. It's not that I don't want to - it's that I literally can't. There are secrets. So I acknowledge them, in the hope that it unburdens me a little.

Before anyone gets excited, I'm not talking about secrets of the good kind - this isn't a book deal or anything like that. No, these secrets are of the personal, trying variety. These secrets are of the taking all my time and energy in order to deal with them variety.

And that may have a knock-on effect with what I'm trying to do here. I'm not happy about that. I don't like having external forces interfere with my plans, and my plans are being rocked right now.

So this is advance warning that if I go quiet over the next few months, don't be surprised. There will be resolutions. Things will get better. And perhaps I'll even be able to tell you about it.

But for now, mum's the word. And I apologise in advance if I drop off the radar for a while.