We’d been doing pretty well over the weekend. We’d marked out all the meals we were going to have over the three days (we both took yesterday off), bought the ingredients and on Saturday and Sunday we cooked them all. I’ll talk about Sunday’s lunch later, I have piccies.

But yesterday was a disaster. Didn’t bother with lunch, and dinner was a completely inedible mess. It was fried spicy fish, but it was bland and the linguini it was paired with was undercooked and underseasoned. So I have to apologise to the world in general for that.

On the plus side, the weekend was lovely. We did as little as possible and generally enjoyed being alone with each other, something that had been sorely missed through January.