So I get back to my apartment, Miss Julie is lying belly up in the water as dead as dead can be, a bottle of fizzy water (for Mojiitos OK?) has exploded in my freezer, and because Sunday 4 May is “Youth Day” everyone under the age of 29 gets a half day off work.
I’m 29.

You know what though? I’m not bothered. I had a kebab for my tea last night, summer’s here, the holiday was mint, and at least I don’t live in London.

Also I’m not this guy: