I’d got up at 5.30am, had been for a run, showered, and washed up, and was stood feeling suitably smug looking out of my kitchen window with a coffee in my hand. This was not my normal Saturday morning routine I might add.

Two thrushes hopped around and pecked at the dewy lawn. Every so often they’d lift their heads to reveal fat, dangling worms. Both they and I had taken this Saturday by the scruff of the neck and were winning so far.

I was pretty tired though, so decided to sack it off and went back to bed.