On returning home from a long day at work, I found myself unable to open my front door. It appeared that my second in command (who now potentially faces demotion) had fallen asleep upstairs. Now, that in itself wouldn’t be either unusual or a problem. However, she had left her key in the lock and, I’m assuming, her phone downstairs. After a half hour’s wait outside the house, I relocated to the Tuns. Where I’ve been just over an hour and a half.

While I do have beer, which I usually enjoy, I must concede that my usual patient, calm disposition may be becoming somewhat tarnished.

I do, though, remain positive in the knowledge that my little house is not easy to break into.