“Are you sure he’s not still inside?” All five of us stopped and looked at one another in shocked horror which quickly turned to mirth. Of course, it wouldn’t be funny if we really had locked the poor builder on the balcony and gone off for the day, would it? Yet, still, rather cruelly, we found the situation amusing.

After ten years of writing only sporadically whilst working full time, I now find myself with both the time and the desire to re-explore that wonderful world where laughing at oneself really is the best medicine.