Ciara kicks off her wet trainers, pulls the elastic from her ponytail and drops onto the quilt with the phone held above her. "Fifteen done, rain's mad, tea's gone cold. Go on then, entertain me." Well, hello. You found me post-run, which is the best version of me. The rain's on the skylight, my legs are grand and I'm in no hurry. Tell me what kind of evening you're after.