If this week was a person I might call him Federico. There was a spot of outdoor cinema action by the river (“Jaws” for those of you that are interested – I may never look at the Thames in the same way again). A long walk through the meadows accompanied by a rogue stunt pilot. A new found interest in plane spotting (you may mock but check out the Flightradar 2 4 Pro app) it works particularly well when you live on the Heathrow flight path and are spending more time than is really acceptable lying on your roof enjoying the sunshine. A touch of dancing in the kitchen. A lot of daydreaming and far too many nocturnal dalliances with local wildlife! There is nothing quite like finding yourself naked in the garden at 2am with a leaflet selling boats in one hand and a bowl containing a frog in the other. I also found a piece of paper from a younger self advising me never to trust a man that “wears chinos and puts lemonade in his beer”. Wise words indeed.