Twenty minutes later, he’s sitting on the steps surrounding the Obelisco del Pantheon eating pistachio ice cream from a tub, staring at the crowds around him and wondering if this whole thing really is a good idea. He should be at home right now, on his sofa with a cup of Yorkshire tea and an open packet of Chocolate Gingers, watching Masterchef with Hermes’s head on his lap. Or he should be at work, listening to Ernie drone on about the supper club he and Justin have recently joined. 