When I travelled back in time to 2006 I found that my six-month secondment to the City was not the success that I remembered. In fact, my employer had tried to sack me twice, first for incompetence and second for working under a fraudulent contract which diverted funds not to my university, but to one of my colleagues. On both occasions it had been too embarrassing to tell me to leave.

I used my time back in the past to empty my desk drawers, just in case my employer really did decide to get rid of me. Amongst my belongings were dozens of letters from JG and JS to me that I had failed to answer.