You know that horrible Sunday-night feeling – brought on by the Antiques Roadshow theme tune or the smell of a roast dinner – that ruins the end of a weekend? I’ve got that feeling – on a Friday, of all days. I’m like a child feigning illness to avoid another early Monday morning. But my tummy hurts…

And it’s all because I have my first cycling lesson tomorrow. Pathetic, eh? Sit me down at a desk with an exam paper and I’ll battle the nerves to find focus, but ask me to do something practical and I crumble like a bad sponge pudding (I never quite mastered baking either).

I don’t even know what to wear to a cycling lesson! It’s going to be a long night.