Michael is giving me a running commentary. Three hours and forty minutes to go, he says. He says people in their thirties are very sensible and don’t laugh at rude jokes or say silly phrases or bounce up and down for no reason. He says couples in their thirties only kiss twice a day: one goodbye kiss as you leave for work, and one goodnight kiss. He says people in their thirties don’t wear socks with blue smiley faces on them. He says tomorrow is the first day of the rest my life.