Charlie just dropped me off at uni after my semi-weekend at hers, so I’m knackered. The Jones household is the bright, cheerful place I left it. We went to the birthday party of one of their neighbours last night, hosted in one of the oldest houses in Chester. Needless to say, my intention not to drink too much was quickly forgotten after a sip of a very good Australian red. I spent the evening talking to the joneses and their friends and doing a bit of dancing.

This morning I went to church with Mrs. Jones. I realised I had never been to an English church, and so I asked if I could tag along. It was a very interesting experience, but I’m afraid to say I’m still a confirmed atheist.

So, it seems my fears over losing touch with people are unfounded. What’s more, old boys is just around the corner, and then we have Paris to organise. You know, friends like mine – like Charlie and her family – make the world a brighter place.