I’ll be leaving the insufferable heat of central Italy tomorrow for a week in the more temperate climes of the English Midlands. I can’t wait. The blissful vacancy of travel. M&S duck à l’orange and Jeremy Kyle (my guilty secret, alas no longer), Thornton’s chocolate gingers, traditional pork pie from Kirk’s, my mother’s (and her mother’s) favourite butcher’s, the Guardian and the Independent actually printed on paper, my favourite Chinese all-you-can-eat-for-£4.99 buffet on School Street. Yes. Yes.
And you know what? I’m worth it.