I have woken to Tate clearing the bedroom. We have made a real state of it the last few days. Barely leaving the bedroom or the bathroom, so they have been strewn with discarded clothes and towels from the many times we have been back and forth between the shower and the bed, easing the symptoms of the heat.

He is a hero, I swear. He has brought food and drinks to keep us going in between the hot flushes. He has made sure I have been looked after, made sure I was able to rest. When he had to be just as tired as me if not more so...