My hands are sore. One good finger; the rest are in pain.

I swing my legs out of bed. My knees hardly work. Creak. Moan. Crack.

Some hitman!

Once I get moving, the joints will be okay.

My latest target is in Italy.

One good finger. That’s all it takes.

Henry lives in Somerset in the UK, which is at the moment still part of the European Union. He eats a lot of toast.