Oh so, rather depressingly, another week stretches out before me. It’s 10 am already and I haven’t done anything yet. I’m exhausted. As usual, I need another weekend to recover from the last one (which I needed to recover from the one before that). On Saturday I was playing chef (and DJ) at Sal’s barbeque. No reports of food poisoining so far, so I guess we can call this one a success. We certainly drank plenty of beer, judging by the bulging recycle bin full of empty cans outside her house this morning.

After successfully calling Federer’s straight sets win in the Men’s singles final, we rounded off the weekend by seeing one of my current favourite comedians, the excellent Ross Noble, at the Open Air Theatre.