What a privilege it is to think that I might have touched other peoples lives in some small way

I celebrated my 31st birthday last week (I know! I think I’m freakishly young looking too) and I was reminded of a birthday from some years ago.

It was 2012, I had arrived home from New York six months previously full of ambitions to write my first novel, but had spent every day since in my pyjamas watching One Direction interviews.

Crucial work, I’m sure you’ll agree, but not exactly something that I was likely to forge a meaningful career out of.