When he was around five years old, my son informed me that when he grew up he wanted to be a binman. While other kids dreamt of becoming football players, astronauts and pop stars, Jonas, it seemed, had his sights set on slightly more pedestrian career goals.
Nothing wrong with childhood aspirations, of course. Someone has to be the next Beckham – it just probably wasn’t going to be Jonas. At the time, he was obsessed with a toy dustbin lorry he’d been given for his birthday. I wouldn’t have minded, except
