I’ve endured being yelled at, hugged, and cried on. Yelled at some more by various family members, I’m now standing at the last address on my tick list of people I owe apologies to. So far, I’ve stood up to it well, and in the end, most of them, minus Leila, have forgiven me for my disappearing act.

Leila is being Leila and, no doubt will come around after she calms down. Luckily, her husband, Daniel, is good at restraining her, and my apology was pretty much shouted from behind ...