To the dentist today. Usually an irritating experience, something like being nibbled to death by ducks, the cleaning phase this time was painless and took only about ten minutes, including all the faffing about. Apparently the chronic mild gingivitis I have endured for 20 years has up and gone — yet another benefit of the very-low-carb lifestyle. Likewise, it’s been weeks since I last felt so much as a twinge from my lower gut, which is behaving impeccably.

I’m not quite at the stage of shopping for smaller trousers, but it won’t be long.

Towing a heavy trailer through Texas is the sort of activity that features in my occasional nightmares. Patty is whole hell of a lot braver than I’ll ever be.