It feels as though I have made my way through life with a very limited amount of knowledge. I think all I know is enough to fill a small yogurt pot. The secret has been to make this knowledge go a long way, just as a spilt pot of yogurt seems to go everywhere – sometimes a day or two later you find that some has found its way into a little crevice on the kitchen worktop you didn’t even know was there.
I am sure many of you remember being faced with a blank sheet of paper in the examination hall, a blankness matched only by the emptiness in your own mind. The challenge is to spread the yogurt in a controlled way across the page, a little here, more just there to add some depth and texture, and a few smears at the edges to end with a flourish.