Was working last night, but had said I’d wash a neighbour’s Mini Clubman. Half way through washing and drying it I was reminded by my step-father it’s his birthday today (not next weekend like I thought), it’s also my mother’s birthday (she was exactly one year younger than my step-father, so it hurts more that I forgot which weekend it was) and we’d agreed to go out for a meal as a family.

So I’m here waiting on the others with a pint of Guinness and a large Jameson.

And I'm back at work tonight.