As I opened the front door to leave home, three women were standing on the doorstep, blocking my exit. Holding clipboards and briefcases they marched past me and went into my office, firing questions about my filing and invoicing processes.

The women were humourless and intimidating and even the sight of my dog walking on his back legs into the office holding a tray of tea and custard creams failed to make them smile. I was in big trouble.