Next week, I am going to find out how old I am. What do you mean I hear you ask, surely you know your own age? Wrong. Whilst I might be 48 on my next birthday, my real age, the age of the cells within my body may or may not be the same.

How is it that some people look so well put together, whether they are out on the town or have just thrown on something to run down to the corner shop? Yet, others look perennially mismatched and forgettable, even in designer gear?

During an 8-hour flight back from Australia recently, it felt like we were being fed the entire flight. I was still full from the first meal they served (I’m much too disorganised to BYO healthy plane food) when they brought out another round of food. Ugh.

Have you ever met someone who delivered such a perfect pitch that you felt inclined to buy the product, sign up for a service or help promote their cause almost immediately?

Do you ever feel like your workload is full to the brim, that taking a break is not an option? Do you go home stressed, knowing that what you haven’t done today will have to be done tomorrow? Have you ever felt frustrated when your boss approaches you with yet another task on top of an already busy workload?