OK – so here I am, having a lovely little liquid picnic to myself in the sunshine. I do love a good picnic don’t you? Mind you, on this occasion, I didn’t think much of the sausage rolls.

The sunshine is warm, I’m feeling good in my tortoiseshell Raybans – the world is a pretty cool place just now.

I’ve just woken up from a snooze, where I was dreaming about all sorts of fantastic things…..you know, dancing teddy girls, music, laughter all that sort of stuff.

But now, I’m worried – that wine did slip down in a deliciously smooth fashion but I think I may have had a bit too much…..I can see a giant chicken heading towards me – no, don’t laugh, I can, really. A great big scary one, with a broken beak.

I think I’d better go a bit easier on the sauce in future.

Last year, snow on the Alps!