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Isn't it brilliant when you wake up in the morning and see sun, and then you wander downstairs in an airy and empty house to find that there's freshly-made mango juice with mint in the fridge? If you don't know whether it is or not, damn you to hell, and try making some. I didn't make mine from Nigel Slater's new book but my god, that's something I'm going to have to get my sticky paws on at some time.

Today is a drink day. A day when you're very likely to be positively dripping over the idea of sitting out in the garden rather than sitting indoors. A day when any type of food, apart from sorbet, is a preposterous irrelevance, and clothes are almost a thing of the past. I say almost. I'd not want to sit out in my back garden with next to nothing on. The neighbours would get self-conscious and the kids in the school wouldn't learn a thing, apart from the basic rudiments of how exactly Michelangelo was able to turn out his human figures.

Muahahahaaa.