We drove to Paisley, looking forward to the careers training session. We were especially pleased that JM had managed to secure a place after someone else had cancelled theirs.

The venue was a great disappointment. It was a shabby wood panelled room above a pub. It also soon became obvious that the level at which the training was to be delivered was far beneath our own expertise. We really wanted to leave, but stayed out of a sense of guilt and embarrassment.

Bored with the course content, I started to play with my phone. When the lecturer spotted this, she made a bizarre prediction:

‘You’ll never win first prize in the Canterbury Tales‘.