Then, things like avocado proposals come into my consciousness, and equilibrium returns. I can also spend the weekend doing nothing, watching whatever I want. I don’t at any point, ever, have to pay National Rail £90 to traipse to some far flung part of the country to a partner’s relative’s 90th birthday party. But, hark! I hear you cry (real tears) what is an avocado proposal? Well it’s like a real proposal, of marriage, that lots of people do, but it’s done by twats.