Shattered again

 

I spent yesterday going to a birthday party in Gloucestershire.  No, really.  Peter's next-younger brother's 80th birthday party.  Long-term readers will remember Peter's 80th birthday party two years ago next month*—chiefly memorable to me, unfortunately, because Chaos was scarily ill and I almost didn't make it to the party at all.**

            I thought I wasn't going to make it to this one.  PEGASUS has rendered most of my life null and void the last few months*** and from past...