Last night my complete over-whelming exhaustion caught up with me finally. I went out for a drink with Meg, Luke, Davo and Catherine at the O2 centre on Finchley Road. After precisely two cocktails, I couldn’t stand and became gradually more maudlin. They persuaded me to go back to their flat for a bacon buttie – almost the only thing I’d eaten all day – by which time my fingers were getting cold and numb. When I finally got home at 10.30pm I collapsed in bed and slept for nearly ten hours.