Matt had grand plans to do absolutely nothing today, his last day of his 2 weeks off that he has no plans. Just as he was about to leave mine to go and sit in the sun, Paul texted to ask if he was still alright to go and tile a kitchen. He’d agreed last week while drunk. Gutted.

I had a very long day at work but it went surprisingly quickly. Walking home was quite a struggle though, my legs were suddenly much heavier than usual.