It’s weird when time doesn’t quite flow properly, isn’t it? My morning coffee felt like a Monday, but work felt like a Thursday and the evening has felt like a Friday, but then I’ll go to bed feeling like it’s a Tuesday.

It’s like there’s been a power cut and my internal clock is just flashing 00:00 over and over. Which is very much how the last 15 years or so have gone by, so at least it’s on point.

I often wonder whether people in the Seventies knew what the Seventies were going to feel like, or was it just the people who wrote books about it all and that who got to decide? Because sure not everyone was walking around in gangling brown flared trousers and listening to ABBA.

What will this decade be known as after the fact? Whatever it is I’m fairly certain I’m missing out on it…