Marcus was having one of those mornings that makes you fear for the rest of his day - swinging from unhinged hilarity to doomy gloom. One minute he would be singing into Winston's face and the next, stomping down the stairs.
In the middle of all this he remarked to us that the phone bill he'd seen sitting on the computer desk was due today. That one bit of sensible, helpful and organised clarity made up for all the other stuff. After we said "thanks, well spotted" - he seemed to be generally more balanced for the rest of the morning.