I’ve been re-watching Person Of Interest, which if you haven’t seen it, why the blazes not? This previous fortnight has been absolutely bonkers- I’ve only survived it by direct divine intervention. I was telling my nephew that I feel just like Root in POI, only without the MP5, the RPG, or the interesting psychiatric conditions.

It’s design season again and I’d be letting you down if I didn’t showcase some of the standout exhibitors on the blog. I found lots to like this year, particularly at 100% Design so it means you won’t have to scroll through my usual diatribe about talent-free design hacks.

Don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. I’m not sure if it’s the reduction in sunlight or a holiday hangover but I am wasted. I had a week off and foolishly got no rest. I went to Frome over the bank holiday, really liked it. It’s mostly built of Bath stone so it’s really lovely. A lot of stuff was closed though – I never expect that; think everywhere’s like London.

Here we are, at the last Hurrah of summer. I’ve been having one of those weeks when it seems that either I’m being punked, or the world has gone nutso. It reminded me of one of my favourite sites in Jerusalem, the aptly named ‘Bonkers Cafe’ which is a fitting metaphor for the whole Middle East, nay, the whole world.

If I tell you that I’ve been re-reading Frances Hodgson-Burnett’s ‘The Secret Garden’, what would you deduce from that? Yep, I’m so stressed, I fear my head might actually explode. I believe that most people have these stress markers – the mental equivalent of a security blanket. Mine? Easy.