Some of us spend Sunday in bed with a raging hangover.
Some of us grab the papers and head to the pub, or do laps of Southbank on Boris Bikes (the last one’s me, by the way. I’m basically a pro cyclist now).
Others get their mates together for a bit of food, head to Victoria Embankment Gardens, and settle down in deckchairs to spend the afternoon chatting and feeding the birds.
Good on ya, girls.