A SPOONFUL OF SUCCESS

Has anyone got a spoon? As I type this column I am sitting, not at the enviable Instagram-style writer’s bureau you might imagine, but at a rudimentary, scratched old beast of a second-hand desk, piled high with endless papers and abandoned ‘to do’ lists. I’m a metaphorical (and comparatively youthful) Miss Havisham, letting the dust settle around me and quite unable to find my second shoe.

In my defence, I don’t like the clutter.