Funny that, it has been one of those days for me too and all I've managed to do is make it from the bed at 3.30pm to the kitchen to make my children some pasta before flopping back on the sofa with all my worries making me feel like I can't even breathe. I wish my anxiety allowed me to clean my house from top to bottom, arrange a holiday, go on the hunt for a new clothes spray and whatever other bollocks she has been up to. Oh, and Hinch, where is your new personalised chopping board you loved so much the other day that was next to your kettle? duck off!