Are you, too, in need of something to help you empty an overworked brain? Something to go with a nice cup of tea (in my case the fifth of the day and the day is nowhere near over, but hey, who’s counting? oh, right, I am)? Something to take your mind off the fact that you’re sitting and working (and, later on, sleeping) in a west-facing room with an airer full of laundry and the sun outside doing its best to steam you despite the drawn curtains?
This is it. (Be warned: there’s no reward at the end. It is what it is.)