I was at home last night trying to make an instructional video on how to wash your hair when you have no shower and no hot water, when my flatmate Dominic came running into the room, screaming about how someone had planted a bomb in our back garden. Well, actually, that’s not the most accurate interpretation of what happened, and the mysterious object in the back garden wasn’t a bomb per se, but it was something that kind of looked like a bomb, and it was bleeping and alarming like a bomb, so I’m just going to call it a bomb. So now I am convinced that someone is trying to kill us. I got it all on tape. See for yourselves.