I have just been given a Lazy Susan – one of those things that you seem to find most often in cheap Chinese restaurants – they sit in the middle of the table and spin so everyone gets a fair grab for the soy sauce. Hmm. Is this a turning point in my life? Is it a similar acheivement to finally getting a car that boasts intermittent wipers? Ah, it’s all irrelevent – I don’t actually have a table to put it on.