In speakers: Usher’s old Let It Burn, remixed by Majestic.
On To Do list: Work, work, work, work, work, work.
In mind: Trying to find time for the intaking of some fermented grapes in my life, as it has suddenly and unwillingly hit a teetotal state.
On body: Exactly 2.5 kg too much, according to my bathroom scale.
In diary: Exercise plan alongside a brilliant calculation of my upcoming wages. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
On iPhone: A glaring absence of messages and missed calls. Not one notification. Don’t know whether I should be relieved or worried.
On fingers: A load of broken nails. Gotta admit defeat and cut off the rest. Will look like an 11-year-old boy’s hands, but oh well..
On telly: Gordon Ramsay sorts out rubbish restaurants. Got to love this man. He swears just as much as one should.