Ugh – teenagers! I was helping two young friends pack up their university accommodation at the end of term. They were hopeless, unable to decide what to keep and what to throw away, virtually inert while I did all the work for them. Quite soon we ran out of bags to hold their belongings so I was obliged to go outside and beg assistance from a stranger. Eventually I identified Danish man from Liverpool carrying a picnic in a Tesco carrier bag. This would do! As soon as I reported back that he was friendly and apparently single another friend rushed across to introduce herself to him.

Later I headed off to the massive warehouse to rescue the tiny children. If they remained trapped they would transform into fairies and evaporate. It was really difficult to get them to understand the urgency, and I ended up losing a couple. They sprouted wings and spiralled into space.

Back at the gym I was becoming more and more irritated by the personal trainer, in particular her fake tan, fake American accent and fake boobs. I settled down at an on old-fashioned weights machine, discovered that I had no idea how it worked, so opted for a wee snooze instead.

In the middle of all this Belle and I ignored Gordon Brown – but doesn’t everyone these days?