Due to being lost in a foggy haze of work, this year crept up on me. My first proper foray into my thirties. Nine years until I’m forty, etc. Few things in this strange old world are better than waking up to eggs benedict (with Parma ham no less, fancy…), lunch followed by a walk around beautiful Chichester harbour, a trip to Southwick Brewhouse, an afternoon nap (getting old innit?) and a trip to a new favourite local haunt. I’ve been a content chap for quite a while now, long may it continue.