I can’t recommend the Days Inn Motel enough. I can’t recommend it at all, in fact. My night was trecherous and while you might blame jet lag I’m pretty sure that it was because every crossing plane (and there were many – Atlanta is the largest airport in the country) sounded as though it were targeting my bed in a pointless act of terror.

And now that I’m sitting in its modest dining room for breakfast I’m trying to work out which of its guests overcame the roar of jet engines last night to express their love for one another. I really hope it’s not the couple that have just sat down beside me. They’re holding hands across the table. Oh God. It is them.