Another morning spent frowning and worrying over a pile of inscrutable books. This is a challenge.

By lunchtime I had thrown in the towel, and noticing it was enticingly sunny outside, I woke Jude from her daytime slumber and off we galloped along the Thames path and through the foot tunnel to Greenwich Park. Jude chased squirrels like an absolute loon for an hour, with me following behind as we traversed the royal park in an entirely random fashion.

Exhausted, we hurried home in time for me to dash out again to The Kings Arms in Waterloo to meet B&H (a satisfying smoke) for a Christmas catch up and reminiscences of past glories. All very jolly, although the pub was so packed you could hear the original wooden beams creaking, and it was possible to lift your feet off the ground and maintain a vertical attitude. Found some car keys on the tube, and drove home in a Ferrari.