I woke up this morning and the sun was out in all it’s glory, well as glorious as it could be in London. I lay there in bed looking through the window at this perfect blue sky and it occurred to me how lucky I am. For the most part my dreams have come true and I have achieved a modest level of success in my life. Success measured here in genuine moments of truth and happiness.

I was feeling pretty damn smug but very grateful.

Then I started to make a mental list of the things I needed to do today and I realised I would need to face Regent and Oxford Streets. On a Saturday.

Great universe, I’d be even more grateful if I could have a car and driver thanks.

Ugh!