Like every morning at 7.30am on the dot, one of the boys was waiting outside your house. Yesterday it was Mark with his Suzuki, today Jeno with his motorbike. Taking off his motorbike helmet, he looked over to the front door you had just come out of. "Get your arse over there, then we can go and buy some energy," he called over to you with a grin and waited until you were close enough to him before he pulled you towards him by the wrist and tousled your hair.