Head down all day writing about breast cancer, till I met my deadline at 4.00pm and then went for a 40 minute swim by way of a late lunch. Cunningly arranged that I work at home tomorrow, which was excellent.

After returning to the office for a while, met up with Matty Boy in the Stonemasons. Proceeded to put the world to rights with him over several drinks and a meal. He had with him a just-published novel by a friend of his called James Scudamore. What an amazing achievement at 29. No envy here at all. No sir.

Rather drunk, and slept like a baby on the train home.