It’s half term, and this afternoon at work I was sitting with a group of children making clay sculptures to go in the garden. We were talking about my tics because one of the children was new and hadn’t met me before. The other children told her that I used to say, “Squirrel” a lot and that once when I’d said it, a squirrel had fallen out of a tree. Just then, I said, “Biscuit” and at exactly the same moment another child arrived with a tin of biscuits to share around.

I’m starting to develop a reputation for being a bit of a magician.