It’s not all doom and gloom.  My fourteen-year-old son, Sebastian, tells me when he comes to visit about a zombie film in which a woman has a lethal weapon inserted into her prosthetic leg. Sounds useful. He also points out, as I unwrap a Burt’s Bees travel kit a lovely friend has given to him to deliver to me, that at least it says “Foot Lotion” and not “Feet Lotion”.