Incredibly, I believed I’d be able to just hop on a plane to Melbourne at the start of December in order to join the ranks of the World Naked Bike Ride.

How difficult could it be?

The potential cost involved, what’s left of any forthcoming goodwill towards my person and just the sheer anxiety of undertaking a trip for the first time since that fateful final telco jaunt to Amsterdam should have been daunting enough.

Yet it wasn’t until this morning when I needed so much support in getting up and ready for the day that I thought ‘what the Hades was I thinking?’

My life does feel like an inverted pebble skipped into a still pond with ever decreasing circles but I suppose when there’s nothing for it, at least you don’t have to worry about the choices you can no longer make.

Perhaps it’s key then to as it were remember to back up in time, reconsider and count your blessings and hand over the reins where appropriate to those who know and care.