Commencing the 6 hour train journey to Cornwall while hungover.
My taxi driver kept insisting that I should “make children” because in his country 5 or 6 children is perfect and seeing as I’m an only child I must have had a sad childhood.
I’ve also scared off the guy who was sitting next to me by inhaling a burrito like my life depends on it.
40 minutes until I am Not At Work until the 28th! Unless you count drinking mojitos and DJing at Soho House, work. If you do, I’ll be Not At Work in 10 hours! Hoorah!