I’m on the train heading home from Brighton, having spent most of the last 24 hours in the company of two of the finest people I know and a small group of their friends, for the purpose of celebrating Charlie’s birthday. The party was wonderfully relaxed and low key, and I surprised myself by finding the energy and stamina to battle jetlag and last the course. This morning, Peeeet rustled up breakfast and lunch whilst we lazed and watched the cricket. All of us were a little the worse for wear – like my body really needs another food and drink extravaganza! I’m now off home to do some thrilling laundry and maybe head to the park for some sun and soul food, as I’m feeling a little disspirited. Perhaps I’ve been travelling alone too much, or enjoyed too much alcohol lately. Either way, maudlin is setting in.