I finally made a phone call this afternoon to someone from Mencap who has been trying to get in touch since Christmas, and had got to the point of ringing various people who he thought might know me (correctly, as it turned out). I was avoiding something which I felt I just didn't have the time or energy to sort out (and I'm still not sure I do), which isn't unusual. In the end we had a lovely relaxed chat rather than the tense accusatory conversation I was expecting, and I felt much better when I'd done it. Charity Commission on Monday, I think. Sometimes you can get so anxious about people's responses that you forget they are never going to be as terrible as your own worst fears. It's not "sort-of" progress, it's progress, and you can build on that.