Ingrid – and therefore I – slept until Eric’s alarm woke us at 7:30, which felt utterly decadent and luxurious, but also made me 15 minutes late for work, even though I didn’t spend time on anything more than getting dressed and brushing my teeth. If this happens again, I may have to consider setting an alarm! I haven’t needed one for over a year (except for those awful morning flights with Easyjet when I have to take the 5 o’clock train to Stansted).