ABSTRACT
At times I felt I had reached the end of my tether with PNP. Most days seemed to be filled with its activity, or else our separate lives had to be bent or fractured to let in some emergency event, or surprise caller. Pam and I were beginning to feel we had no lives of our own. Also, I was in a state of almost constant crisis with my marriage. This meant the energy I had available for others was far less than it had been to start with. But I carried on, feeling that PNP was vital to society, or at least to certain members of it. I wanted to believe too that PNP could not exist without me, I suppose.
