Bizarre at both ends

The day started with my colleague Mary sleep-texting me about cookie dough, so I was devastated to arrive at the office and realise none was on offer.

Lots of Liberia and Indonesia stuff in between.

The day ended with somehow borrowing Ricky Martin's autobiography from a friend and doing midnight flat pootling ready for the estate agent to capture its best angles tomorrow. Here's Ricky in my bathroom.