Those of you who follow me on twitter will already have heard about my run in with an allegedly incompetent doctor at a local A&E department last night. While I am feeling much better this morning than I was yesterday evening, I’m not anywhere near 100% just yet, so I’m lying in bed, watching football and listening to my iPod.
And when I heard Morten Harket’s dulcet tones, I was reminded that there are only 249 days until I see a-ha live in Oslo.
This one, complete with a million blobs of multi-coloured – and, it later emerges, magnetic – ink, is the title track from a-ha’s ninth, latest and last studio album, in which Morten describes his ideal escape from busy city life to his ideal rural retreat with his ideal partner.
Right now, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea.