Nope. Not that kind of fantasy. There's definitely no time for that when you've got dishwashers to empty, bins to take out, and other people's photos of novelty cocktails and pool inflatables to stare at absently on Instagram. And then since I'm on my phone already, I might as well just check my bank account in case someone has mysteriously deposited a six-figure sum in there. And my emails, just in case I've finally been invited to dance on Strictly. And Rightmove, to look at some houses I can't afford. Then I might as well have a quick look on Facebook and Twitter too, since I don't quite hate myself enough yet...