Ten years ago, it was my last day working at Blackwell. A Monday. An odd day to have the last day, but when you’re being made redundant to be replaced by a machine…

This means it’s also ten years since I left my work colleagues definitely wanting more. I’ve always been a private person, and so, when they discovered, on my last lunch with them in the cafeteria that after seven relationship-gossip-free years that I now had a girlfriend and she had not one but two and three quarter cats, this was definitely the way to leave them.