“There used to be a real me, but I had it surgically removed,"

...said Peter Sellers, once.

(No, that's NOT the real Peter Sellers, surgically removed or otherwise)

And, with my usual butterfly brain firing on all cylinders (and gaily mixing metaphors as it goes) I was reminded of The Real Me from Quadrophenia by The Who...

Love it, love it, love it - that blows away a few cobwebs - and please excuse the profanities.

I found the real me again. It's the real me who takes care of the horses and it was the real me who rode Poppy along the lane this morning. And it'll be the real me who takes Alfie galloping across Ashdown Forest tomorrow.

Phew! I'm back...