I’ve just come home from a night at work. Would just like to announce how pleased I am to be sleeping through this lovey-dovey-day. Tonight, I’m up for another night shift. I’ll be making money while others are out spending it on dinners, candles, flowers and heart-shaped boxes of rubbish. Not my thing. The first and last time I got flowers from a guy, Ingrid and I agreed that he didn’t know me, stuck it in an old Jack Daniels bottle, and as there’s nothing more to do with a flower, it died.