On the way to bed with a glass of water in one hand and two paracetamol in the other, I splashed water over my toe. It reminded me lakes, and a holidays in Germany two years ago. Of standing on pebbles, the evening sun, of reading on wooden piers, breakfast in bed and wearing dresses for once. Walking up the stairs, my brother caught me grinning like a fool, and glared at me, in that anti-social, hormonal way of his (I have a theory – sympathetic pre-menstrual syndrome).

I wish I could go back to that time. In retrospect, it was perfect, although it probably didn’t seem it at the time.