How weird is that? I hook my phone out of my pocket to check for messages before driving off home and it rings in my hand: Anonymous Call. It’s Alexanders estate agents. They have a viewing for me. Is it alright if they come round at 11:30 on Sunday. Err, yes, I guess go. Right, well we hadn’t decided yet what we were doing on Sunday; now I know. We’ll be going out. A walk maybe? Hopefully. If its nice.