So – a few days here and there feeling depressed at not having achieved anything of note – nothing special there – and there’s the rub. Nothing special. I’ve always found it difficult accepting being like everyone else. So, in this instance, I rationalise myself, my view of myself as someone who’s not bad, as a palimpsest. I’ve a set of things I do and have done and each one is nothing of great note but I’m at least an interesting complex of over-writings.