My husband has become obsessed with two fictional characters called Piggy McGoo and Duffy Molloy, Midwestern Americans at war over a small town. He makes up endless Cash style songs about them on his guitar and sings them at me while I relax in the bath with a charcoal face pack on.

That was Friday. Saturday saw us visiting Freud’s house - which is currently hosting Paranoia, a show which catalogues responses to 9.11 - and then watching Taxi Driver. A lovely Saturday spent gorging on fear, doubt & suspicion then. Fabulous.