Other Half and Little Boy are heading north for half-term to see the In-Laws.

For various reasons, I’ll be left at home holding the fort. A few years ago it would have been the perfect opportunity to get on the blower to mates and get shit-faced as many times in a week as I could.

But this time round, I thought to myself, oh good, I’ll have plenty of time to write.

That kind of thought has never occurred to me before. The thought came naturally to me, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And that makes me kind of happy.

But maybe, just maybe, someone will be around on the Friday night for a quick drink. Just the one, you understand.

A man’s got to live, right?