The good news was I had the most amazing new boyfriend. The bad news was we were living in an oppressive regime and were trying to bring down the government. Three political rebels were pinned to cricket scoreboards and I panicked the guards by saying I had overhead someone threatening to shoot them. It was a minor act of political rebellion but I was doing my bit.

Meanwhile, I was trying to decide if I could live with a tapeworm. It would really help me manage my weight problem.

On London Bridge Station, I refused to take a call from S who wanted me to meet him for a date. My friend A took the call while I waved my arms dramatically, mouthing ‘no’.