I was only meant to pop out for twenty minutes to pick up the bread that had been baked for us on Inverleith Row. Unfortunately I forgot my route home and ended up at Waverley railway station instead. I was also nibbling at the loaf as I walked, and it was obvious that there would be very little of it left by the time that I got back to my flat.

Whether I would make it home at all was my next problem. I accidentally knocked a gas valve on a station platform and a poisonous vapour filled the air. Some colleagues from a stint of work in London in 2006 rushed about in a panic, while attempting to ask polite questions about my job in Edinburgh. It didn’t seem worth the trouble of trying to explain to them how things really were in my current role while all around us were attempting to deal with a full-scale emergency.