Some days, it’s like the whole world is against you*. It rains. Your colleagues are all walking round with little stormclouds over their heads and, for some inexplicable reason, you lock yourself out of the building not once, but twice. You forget an important post-work event for which you are not, as it turns out, dressed properly. At said event, you introduce Important Person A to Important Person B using the wrong name and job title, then get interrupted as you attempt to make the only valid input you can contribute. Even then, as the day draws to a close, you realise that all the scones are gone and that you are left with gallons of delicious-looking but indigestible whipped cream and a single tiny, virtuous bowl of strawberries (see * again, if you haven’t already).