A golf holiday with the guys is always nice. I'm a bit of a bandit on the golf course because I play with a handicap of 10, but I should be lower than that.
My dad was in the RAF, so we travelled quite a lot. My memory's not the best - I remember we lived in Belgium for a bit - but I grew up in a village called Compton in Newbury.
When I was 10 years old, my teacher got us to imagine our future. I drew a timeline of the rest of my life. I had just started playing football, so I drew pictures of me as a professional footballer.
My friend Adam gave me my first chance to play in an organised match, for Steventon, when I was 10. The team were one player short, and I joined in. I had never played before, but I came on and scored a perfect hat-trick: header, left foot, right foot.
The problem with my shoulders was something I inherited from my dad. The left one would pop out and then pop back in - absolute agony - during almost every game last season, so I had surgery to put it right last summer.
I generally don't like it when people talk about regrets because you do your best, and you deal with the circumstances that happen.
I'm not going to lie: I fell out of love with football for a little bit because I had some good performances but then just didn't get the chance to play on.
I wasn't playing at Arsenal, and I was frustrated. I was doing everything I could do, looking after myself, scoring, and playing in the Europa League then when the cup came, but it wasn't enough for me, and I wanted more.
Why can you not enjoy scoring and celebrating a goal for your new team with your fans? They have travelled all that way; enjoy it - simple as that. Some players choose not to, and that's fine, but it's just who I am - celebrate scoring goals. It's a great feeling.
With Marco Silva, the way he coaches players, he has that knowledge: he wants the best out of you, basically. He wants something out of you all the time, and having seen him work in a short space of time, it's only going to improve.
As a little kid, I wasn't even interested in football. The first time I played, I was nine, and I volunteered to go in goal, thinking it would be exciting to save penalties. In fact, it was really boring.
When I was 11, I was invited to be a ballboy at Stamford Bridge when Chelsea played Liverpool. I was a Liverpool fan, so I was gutted that they lost 2-0. Afterwards, I was introduced to the players - I found it terrifying.