Right now. I'm sitting outside at 11pm on Friday evening with a cup of coffee, a citronella candle and the iPad, with the prospect of three whole weeks off work. I don't go back until August 12. And there's a heatwave.

Still being alive. After 3 near death experiences in the last 12 months, simply still being here, watching us tonk the Aussies, despite being other-half-less, is more than enough to make me smile. The fact it's warm and sunny helps, too.

My bedroom is inhabited by the amorous ghost of a showgirl who takes joy in keeping me up nights after the wife has dozed.

Driving somewhere lovely with the windows down. Can't recommend the Aosta Valley highly enough!

[nights] Oh cor yes. On a childhood holiday we drove through the Mont Blanc Tunnel along the road to Aosta and the alternating bridges and mountainside galleries were spectacular.

(Nyet) I'm not sure nights would appreciate that too much.