I was in the process of bidding a fond farewell to the few of you who have not urgently, or, at least, overtly urgently, desired it when someone described me in a PM as a "gadfly".

I have never been called a "gadfly" before so I consulted a dictionary.

"Any of various flies, especially of the family Tabanidae, that bite or annoy livestock and other animals."

And then it suddenly dawned on me!

"What better place for a gadfly to 'follow his bliss' than right here where he's already making a nuisance of himself?"

A gadfly is no more than a gnat
But at least he can be true to that.

I have finally come to my senses.

I am home where I belong.

"We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploration shall be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time." T. S. Eliot. Animal Farm.