And so it was I entered the new year. I have since heard that Axel and his party have repaired from Athens to a maisonette in Berlin. As for myself, I harbour no revenge upon him. We are friends, after all, as they say. And why betray me, a mere therapist, when he could expose cabinet ministers from nearly every government in Europe? No, I have no fear of Axel, I am just surprised he has access to something as awkward, as crass, as a computer.

In short, I am no longer sure what I am doing here.

Oh, things have happened, course they have. Helen and I are regular. Her office, usually.

It was Thom's tenth! I took him on a tour of the Emirates stadium and now, pride of place in his bedroom, a framed photo of him, me and Arsene Wenger. The Arsenal manager has a grin the size of a boat, clearly in awe of Thom, and rightly so. My son has a mind the size of England.

And George, yes, George has a girlfriend. He would like me to meet her but I fear his motivation and, equally, my own. Clearly, betrayal is on my mind. And what is that, after all, if not the soul spreading it's wings? And yet, as the Russians knew, I must choose my enemy well.