I think I've already mentioned this, but I'll repeat it for the amnesiacs or those (we see you) who read my newsletters on the diagonal. When I was a kid, it seemed to me that January was the longest month in the world.

In fact, my apprehension has changed so much since my playground days that I almost regret its end. It has to be said that as a kid I was often on my own. Nobody wanted to play with me because I was different.

Today, nothing has really changed, as I continue to play alone on my Switch and drink my pints of Guinness with no one around. I go to the film library alone, to concerts alone and I do my shopping at Felix Potin, alone. I'm on my own too. I go on vacation alone, and come back just as alone.

This never depresses me, and it suits me. After looking around at all the people I could be a couple with, I've come to the conclusion that I'm better served by myself.

For example, I've never found anyone who makes mojitos as well as I do. I've never dated a mixologist, I confess. Anyway, I'm fine with being alone as long as it frees up my time to create and invent the shoe of tomorrow or reinvent the shoe of yesterday.

Muchos besos mis chicas pepitas.

I love this girl and I think I could live with her: