So there I was, swanning around the Great Institution’s of Chatham Street, Merrion Row, Balfe Street, The Lotts and Wicklow Street. Having the time of it. The whole gig was going swimmingly well. Until I decided to hop onto the weighing scales. 92 kilos. Dearie me. There was only one thing for it. The Weight Reduction Masterplan swung into action there and then. The daily consumption of Haagen Dazs ice cream was slashed from two tubs to one. Ditto with the Pringles crisps and the wine intake was drastically reduced to a mere single bottle. My Good Self does not mess around on these grave matters.

Over in the world of chess my current rating stands at a highly respectable 1482, although defeat to The Diligent Drumcondra Man would appear to be imminent.

Across in the land of Formula One, there was a thrilling finale to a gripping season with Max Verstappen edging out defending champ Lewis Hamilton on the very last lap. Almost inevitably there was a protest by the defeated Mercedes team and the whole gig stands undecided. Lewis was very gracious in defeat in the immediate aftermath of the race. He’s a class act.

And so this is how the chocolate chip cookie is crumbling these days. The dream life continues.