I’ve never ridden an electric scooter before, but on Sunday night, after Coldplay’s last Barcelona performance, I found myself on one, careering downhill at speed, just ahead of the thousands of Spaniards leaving the Olympic Stadium.

Police stewarded the long road, ushering the early concert leavers across junctions as they held the traffic at bay with a whistle and a gloved hand.

I reached the bottom of the hill and pushed on to meet with one of our drivers and hand him important paperwork. As his truck started north, I turned south, mission completed.

But now me and my (friend’s) electric vehicle had to navigate the thousands swarming towards me. The throngs of people was so thick at times, I half scooted back, half pushed it in a journey that took a lot longer than the first part.

After Barcelona and a brutal 1.5 day drive to Manchester, I headed out to the Hard Rock Cafe where I drank and ate with 3 of the French working with us. The night ended with all of the French double-drivers joining us until I was the only Englishman in a sea of about 10 of them. It was fun, and I introduced a couple of them to whiskey sours. Then my special French companion and I went back to a hotel I’d successfully blagged that afternoon by pretending to be someone else. It was good to share a proper bed with her, instead of a single truck one.

Things go well between us. All of our free time is spent together, and everyone knows about us and are happy. She’s a good girl, “a tough little cookie“, and we have a lot in common.

But I’ve got to remember to pump the brakes on whatever it is I’m doing. I must remember to protect myself.

But I’m just not very good at casual things.

Mentally, things have been slipping away from me this last week. I cried a little in the gym the other day. I think it was my heart giving me a warning shot, letting me know it’s not ready for anything right now. But then my mind asks me what if she is the one, or at least the one for the foreseeable future, and to not go for it would be to deny me. And her, I guess.

My little sister died two years ago tomorrow.

I think she is the only person who could never hide her happiness when she saw me.

I miss that.

I miss her.