Lying here on the sofa and everything seems so normal. Well, as normal as any panto with a nob like me amongst the cast of characters anyway. The only things remotely out of place are the makeshift labels on the wires at the back of the tv, surround system, Apple TV and Sky box (to make my life easier when re-connecting at the other end) and Mrs Plops’ car missing off the drive (it’s on the drive of our place in the Valleys). It doesn’t resemble a house about to be stripped bare tomorrow and I’m having trouble wrapping me ‘edd round it.