I bicycled up a dual carriageway in Surrey at a fast speed and made it to my interview with hours to spare. So I hung around in an underpass admiring and trying to get noticed by a gang of ultra cool kids wearing bright colours.

I was three minutes late arriving at the venue and all the catering staff I was managing sat around on the floor and had to be prompted to help me park my bicycle which had folded down to the size of a twelve-inch single because of ‘all the clever hinges’. I wanted to take my test and rushed to the lift.

The hospital ward was pretty basic and it’s a good job I took my duster and a some lavender scented furniture polish. My sister was either the patient, or the matron.