"Ah- that's the theatre, isn't it?" he doesn't leave the cottage over-much these days, his memory of any of the little places outside his usual haunts tends to fog a little.

Ossie tilts his head in sympathy, tapping his thumb on the saucer gently while he considers his words.

"Worse than usual? Or just... a build-up? We are all in the same boat, er, so to speak, here. But the same cargo on smooth seas may sink on rougher waters, and not all ships are built equal."