no problem
we were joking about Howard needing to sleep for an entire day on returning from these weekends, but I was absolutely shattered when I got back yesterday. the exhaustion kicked in about 50 miles down the A3 as Doug and I were coming back from Portsmouth. By the time we stopped for coffee in Smithfields i was barely coherent

I think it was a combination of some very spirited riding, the suppressed stress and then the relief of my house business, and some rather interrupted sleep over several days due to excess intake of wine (my fault).
Alice, I'm sure there is a perfect situation out there for little Gobby. I probably worry too much - he's very bonded to me, and I think that's part of the problem. Also as Bill has pointed out, he's young enough to adapt to a new owner (and cats are terrible opportunists in any case). I'm sure I'll still cry when we take him in though