I have seen the future, and it is absolute, not relative. My future is absolutely full of boring domestic administration. I met Mr M on a plane, as regular readers know, travelling from Hong Kong to Perth, Australia. I have never asked him what his initial thoughts were but I can guess. "At last here's some girl who will be mug enough to marry me and take on all that boring domestic paperwork that gets in the way of being able to play/watch more cricket/golf/rugby (delete as necessary)."

I am always finding new ways to pass the time on planes. The latest was during refuelling in Brunei on my way to Sydney. We were corralled on board, but were allowed to use mobile telephones. I discovered a message from the panel-beater who was putting our car to rights after Mr M had driven it over an unseen kerb.