It all began so well. Full of vim and vigour, I decided today was the day I would tidy my study. Onward.

I opened the door. Hmm, worse than I remembered. A moth flew out to greet me. Piles of papers looked at me sullenly. ‘Don’t think you can just turn up here and put us into little files and conjure a new book out of thin air,’ they said.

Suddenly, I got the message.

I knew what I had to do.

Dreaming of a dark stranger in a large hat in a very tidy room.