Today is Christmas Eve and today I glued back Tintin’s head. It’s a detail, but quite a significant one. This little figure has been by the side of my bed since November 2016, broken, headless. It lost its head around the time when the symptoms of my depression became suddenly more acute. Today I fixed the head. Symbolically, it’s my own head I’ve fixed over the last 12 months, and that’s quite significant.