A couple of days ago I mentioned that I’d be on my own for a few days while Leftwing Idiot, Poppy, Fat Sister and King Russell are away. Laura, Harry and Ollie are still nearby and my boss and friend Kyle have said I should call them if I need to.

Fat Sister’s on her honeymoon in the Maldives. She’s texted me a few times and I’ve sent messages back but they’ve clearly not been getting through. This morning I got a message saying, “If you’re alright can you please respond to my texts.” I got a message to her in the end, via my dad.

She’s not the only one worrying. Leftwing Idiot sent a text saying: “Make sure you do call if you have any problems. I can always come back.” He’s also phoned to check in each day. During one conversation, while we were talking about how he was getting on with his friends, I ticced, “Are you getting on like a sheep that laid on a sex toy?”

I don’t like it that they need to worry about me, but I’m glad to have such caring family and friends.