The sun is out, and you’re turning a nice shade of … honestly, off-white. You’ve finally had the chance to peel back the roof of the sporty convertible which the salesman sold you during the 24 hours of summer 2012. You’ve forgotten the last time that lunch didn’t involve a picnic or a barbecue. You’re counting the days until your fortnight in the Greek islands. What can possibly go wrong?
The sun is out. Half the people who normally share your morning commute are already on holiday so there’s plenty of room on the trains or in the car park. You’re checking the cricket scores every five minutes at work and lunch is a picnic. What can possibly go wrong?