This blog is late, as are 25% of them seemingly, and yet I have no excuse. I haven’t been  partying, I haven’t been working. All I’ve done most of the last week is go to the gym early, walk approximately 4km, and then if I’m home and in my pjs by lunch I call that a successful day!

Things are quiet. Things are good. Things are a lot different from 3 weeks ago when I got a telling off in the middle of France by  someone I’d actually listen to.

“This isn’t you,” he said.

“Are you giving m...