As the cheetah leant forwards with his rabbit-scented breath and his yellow eyes suddenly trained on me like fiery golden marbles, I wondered, as I prepared my response, exactly how much familiarity he would expect.
Going to the polls now is every Tory politician's worst nightmare I don’t know if there really is some genius in Tory HQ who wants to call an election this year, but if there is I would like to reach out to that person and shake them warmly by the throat.
Always beware over-optimism. Always fight that instinct, especially when it comes to the UK’s negotiations with Brussels. But just sometimes we can be forgiven for a sudden surging hope that at last this country is about to show our EU partners what we are made of.