As I write this I’m dosed with a nasty head cold. I’m propped up in bed with a supply of Lemsip and tissues, and my laptop balanced on my knees. It’s got an array of open tabs and text-filled Google Docs, the same as it does most days. I know what you’re thinking. I should probably be sleeping or at the very least indulging in a Netflix marathon while feeling sorry for myself, but I’m...