Have commenced a weekly ritual of Badminton with Sheila and had a fun game today. But it was en route to the court, standing in the horizontal, spraying rain that I was transported back to my school days, going out to play games on the accursed Bourbon pitches on wet, unpleasant days like this one. You’ve got to love contextual memory.

The nostalgia made it all good. I stood there and let the world rain on me for a while.