A small number of weeks in to the new job, and I think that although I feel slightly less in control of what’s going on around me I have a better sense that things are going to be ok here. Okay is okay.

In general the work spirit is good, people come to work happy, and the time seems to speed by. Which is not something that one can always rely on. There’s rumblings of the normal things – so and so doesn’t like the way that x, y and z do something trivial. But it’s all good fun.

There’s a good social scene here, people go to the bar on a Friday.

Driving to work has been a big change for me, I’m close to being sick of Chris Evans on the R2 breakfast show, and R4 was just too much at 7.30 in the morning. Brexit, Teresa May and the horrors of war are not something that I can process at that time. I’m not a realist until I’ve had two cups of coffee.