The afternoon after the night before. I have intermittently napped through one of the Three Colours Trilogy and am now very hungry. Jessie will inevitably want a debrief. Surely we can help each other out there. We go to Pizza Bianchi because that’s explicitly what I’m craving at this point, specifically that they are currently bringing back the loaded carbonara fries that constituted such a large part of my lockdown 3 experience. I order big. I know even as I am saying the order out loud that I’m not going to manage all of this and that any pretence of “oh I’ll take the rest home” is just that. The arancini? Check. The aforementioned carbonara fries? Oh you’d better believe it. The chocolate milkshake, one of the best you can find in Bristol? Please, have you met me, of course. The centre piece? A white pizza (I know!) of porchetta, roquitro peppers, BBQ mayo, and plenty of smoked cheese. Oh god does it ever hit the spot, even as I know it’s not going to wake me up any further. Gossip is gossiped amongst picking away at all that, and the two of us are very happy with the arrangement.