Rather drunken blog yesterday - today spent much time in pub: Inn on the Park, Vicky Park, in pursuit of our monthly creation of community: first Sunday of the month, all invited. Went back to Dan's and spent rest of time examining Ann's fear of flying and consequent inability to come to Greece with us at Easter. She decided she would come ... by train. Dan and I had already decided we were going anyway independently. Our intense attempts at therapy opened up perhaps more than we or she could really handle. We hit on the nub though, I reckon, the need to be in control. Wish we could take that further, but really it's up to her from now on. At least we'll all get to have a holiday together. Perhaps we can pick the subject up again then.