It’s only Tuesday, and I’m absolutely shattered. My right hand woman has been away from work for three weeks with huge gallstones, and I’m struggling to manage everything myself. The whole business will go down the toilet next week, because even I won’t be there. I’ll be thirty miles away, in hoity-toity Cheltenham, enjoying the dual pleasures of Travelodge and the Screenwriters’ Festival. And getting absolutely smashed with many fellow bloggers.