Sometimes, coming home after a busy day, one which had seen you travel all over south London, and during your travels you have realised what a lucky guy you are to lead such a great life; a day upon which you have been out volunteering, helping make a difference; sometimes, coming in from the cold to the woman who adores you and whom you adore; all you can do on such days is, with an inward smile, ask the simple rhetorical question: ‘what a day?’