I’m on the road. Well, right now I’m not. I’m in a little chef, half an hour from Bedford, where my cousins live. The car has just decided it wants to overheat, so we’ve stopped for a cuppa.

It’s a bit odd actually. There’s a pair of old ladies in here, talking as if they’re just in a local cafe… It’s a bloody little chef on the side of what I think is the A5… It makes no sense why they are here, unless they’re like that couple on the news and live in the Travelodge…

I swear my brain is mad…