I am going to take you back, way back, to Monday 11th January at 4am, what were you doing? Sleeping, snoring, having inappropriate dreams?
Usually me too, but on this particular occasion I was standing on a street corner, in my jammies, in the snow.
We stand in the snow for 40 minutes, me clutching a bag holding Kitty, my favourite childhood (.... and adulthood) cuddly toy, Steve making fun of me because that is what I grabbed in the three minutes we had to get out, not my phone or purse.
My jammies and slippers on said evening - do you like the pink polka dots?
Can you imagine anything more brilliant?