Now, I wouldnt want anyone to be under any sort of illusion, so let me make it abundantly clear: it is still very much scarf weather, my friends. Seriously, who are these loons in vests? Vests and sandals. Utter lunacy. I am yet to leave my scarf at home (read: I’m not a loon). The moments of warmth are so dependent on other factors: you must be standing in direct sunlight and firmly out of the wind (and preferably behind glass). If you are lucky enough to find yourself in said moment of warmth, it will be entirely fleeting (and, in fact, it actually feels even nicer when you’ve got your scarf on because then you’re even warmer!).

I don’t want to spend too much time berating the nutters on the street, so allow me to get down to more important things. The Glastonbury line-up has been officially announced today – as in, it’s on the actual Glastonbury website, as opposed to the array of pretend websites which like to spend all year speculating (glastowatch, glastomania, glastoloons etc.). There’s still several TBAs and TBCs and ifs and maybes. I’m mostly underwhelmed, but there’s a few jewels scattered in there (Toots and the Maytals? Yeah, nice one, Eavis. I’ll have that. That’ll do. Ok, I’m done now – won’t be needing to see anyone else, thank you kindly! I’d better get my dance moves brushed up). I’ve said it many times before and I’ll say it again now, I’d probably be one of those loons who would go even if there was no music. What can I say, I’m a sucker for the farm.

Ok, I must go because the kitchen is calling me. I’ve bought some apples, oranges, kiwis, plums and grapes with the intention of peeling/chopping/shaping them into something of a fruit salad! Retro, I know. But I recently realised that I’ve never made a fruit salad in my life and this surely needs to be rectified with immediate effect. And what better day to do it; it’s sunny after all (through the glass) and I’m bound to need more than my five a day to get myself safely through the fiasco on telly this evening – a bunch of loony buffoons bickering like schoolgirls.