It is 06.30 and I’m starting the day. Sitting at the kitchen table with Neve, who is doing her dance homework researching Lindybop. Outside, the day is just breaking. Last night, Biden and Trump had their first presidential “debate” – from reports so far, it obviously did not merit that name and descending into mud-slinging and name-calling. Woe.

It is a blustery night. It’s been a blustery day. And, less literally, a blustery year.