Sometimes, you just know it is not going to be your week.

Had to duck into my GP. I have the best GP in the world but he does tend to view time as a somewhat flexible construct (my appointment was for 9. He opens at 8.30 but these days of phone consultations, the 8.30 went in at 9.10 and I went in at 10 and a long queue forming). And I was only there because his idiot temp receptionist insisted I come in for my cholesterol prescription and that I simply could not collect it – waste of time. But I digress.

I step into the waiting room and what is he playing? Dylan's ‘Knocking on Heaven’s Door’.

I mean, seriously? And I was twenty years younger than the…