Sad...in the way that only something that isn't really that bad given the passing of time can be...the knowledge that my childhood passed in a Play Dough free haze (courtesy of an unexplained childhood allergy...hastily attributed to PD...and a parental unit who enforced the exclusion of PD in our home with the efficiency and enthusiasm of a social worker stamping out STDs).

Clearly some retrogressive therapy is in order...mainly centered around Tate Modern's Play Dough Bucket and those hours of the day that one sets aside for mindless pursuits...