It’s 8 am. Half asleep and three quarters awake (I know it doesn’t up: that’s how it felt) I stumble into the living room, where Martijn is getting ready to catch the train to Oxfordshire.

“Hey. You look cute today!”
Then, a half-asleep sense of deja-vu. Why do I get this feeling I have said this before? Oh, wait. Because I have said it before.
“You are always wearing the same clothes on Monday mornings!”
For some people, imagination is a precious commodity that should not be wasted on trivial things like clothes, it seems.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispers. “I wear them all day every Monday, too!”
I shake my head, and I giggle. It’s not such a bad start to the week, after all.