Which attraction should I visit first at the village fete? Discovering that A and his wife were starring in a play, I decided to sit in the front row of the tent as the curtain opened. I was astonished when the first scene started – it was set in a pirate radio station. This was bizarre, counter-intuitive casting. Banging drum and bass was NOT what I was expecting.

A bandsman was struck by lightening and died. I tweeted all about it. When I had the opportunity to travel back three hours in time, I was unsure if I should leave a warning at the marching band stall. I wandered down gravel paths in Nunhead and ended up at Rackhams in Birmingham.

Waiting for the Central line at a City station, there was a surge of commuters and they all fell over. S had made it onto the train and I was sure someone would offer her a seat. There would be more room for those of us left on the platform if only someone hadn’t put up a clothes drier covered in wet washing.