You can see the state of my working life, by looking at the state of my kitchen. If everything is serial-killer neat and organised, you know that I, worried about a new client or brief, am avoiding my computer. Oh, the dreaded new client. Like a new lover, they have the potential to break my heart, or make me giddy with joy. Will they love me, or question every little adjective, every change of tone? Will they appreciate my wit, my verve, my brio, my skill with a double entendre?  Or will I be stuck trying to deduce, via obscure hand gestures, what their idea of ‘fresh’ really means?

The suspense is just too much, the potential disaster just too great. Better to alphabetise the spices….