I detest the Daily Mail but I wonder if working there could be absolutely brilliant for grumpy people like me. Faking outrage about the most anodyne issues must be quite cathartic?

Worth sending them your bank details, just in case they need to transfer some of those untold riches.

Depressing - although I suspect that’s going to just become common usage quite soon. One of the great things about English is it’s incredibly flexible and nothing really makes sense anyway.

Worth following a dog lovers’ site on Facebook to realise just how misanthropic animal lovers can be.

The e-Mail I got today is better. My energy supplier is: Crediting me £60 for forgetting they were supposed to install an EV charger and then completely screwing it up when they did. Crediting me £300 for driving straight into my garden wall after screwing up the installation. Happy days.

I haven’t had time to look into the science of this, but my new EV charger has a setting designed to prolong the working life of the battery. It seems to want to keep the battery between 30 and 80% charge, rather than fully deplete and then charge fully.

Luckily my Mum sewed my name into my duffle coat. This wil never happen to me!

We were forced to use fountain pens at school. I love using them now - I’m up for pretty much all new technology except in watches and pens.

Feckin scary, if you ask me.

Surely the irony is that they have more to fear from the Lib Dems than Reform? Badenoch and Farage going head to head to win over a pretty small number of angry bigots ought to be a macabre sideshow.