Silly point

I'm travelling to India again this weekend for the second time in just four days. OK, OK, not actually travelling but prying my eyelids open at 4am, groping for the remote and turning on Channel 4. But what a reward: bathing in the glare of a Chennai sky, watching the red Tamal Nadu clay turn to eddies of dust as the players turn for the second run, Joe Root batting with the angels and notching up another improbable score.

It's the ultimate lockdown getaway: hot sun, severe jetlag (try behaving like a responsible member of society

after five days of this) and hours of meandering saminess punctuated by moments of genius. The food's great too. Honey, where's my tea?