I have come to the realisation today that I am in a full-blown mid-life crisis. Apart from the desires to own a sporty car, buy 'trendy' clothes, escape from working life, go find myself hidden in some nook somewhere, and be a Dad*, I now find that my brain isn't entirely on track. Okay, a lot of people would say that it hasn't been on track for decades and I guess they're not far wrong. When I awoke this morning, I checked my phone and realised that today was the day I needed to smarten myself up for the second visit to the life coach; this was something of a shock as I had woken up later than normal and needed to iron a shirt, have a shave, etc, all of which I had postponed until today. As usual, the appointment was for 2pm so, just after 1pm, I headed off for the little village just outside Staines where the meeting was to take place. Luckily, the traffic wasn't too bad, barring the arrogant SOB driving a blue MPV on the A41, who thought they were driving ...