Today I took Sebastina for our longest ride ever (thus far), to Islington to my friend B’s house for Sunday lunch. It was a beautiful sunny day, the first one this year that made London feel like a place worth living, and as I waited to cross Bethnal Green Road I saw my neighbour, J, on his way back from a brunching activity.

‘J—-!’ I shouted at him. ‘Hey!’ he shouted back and pulled into a side street and I pulled over too. We stood there, on our lovely bikes and had a little chat and then he said, ‘Have a good day!’ and I said, ‘have a good day!’ and then we high-fived and pedaled off in opposite directions.

And as I rode away, squinting in the sunshine, whistling ‘Walcott’, I daresay that I felt more happy and twee than I have in years.