Well, I would have had a day of rest if it hadn’t been interrupted by Matt. Andrew opened the door and just sent him right on up to my bedroom. It was a massive shame as I was in my Sunday comfy clothes slobbing around, and I hadn’t even bothered to brush my hair, and I had a huge spot pulsating on my forehead, and I was sorting out my room so it was the biggest of pig sties, and it was three o’clock in the afternoon. So I can only think that I was at a major disadvantage and he took it advantage of it, because by the time he let I hade agreed that it was silly not speaking to him and that we’d go out for a drink on Tuesday. I am the maddest of mad creatures. But, I kind of feel relieved, but also as if I’ve got my bag of principles and thrown them out the window.