I don’t consider myself a pushy parent; I’m quite keen on finding out who my kids are rather than telling them who I expect them to be. But I think we all have ambitions for our kids, such as wanting them to be happy, and kind to others, and kind to themselves – and if they can also share some of our taste in music and books and comedy, that’s a bonus. So for example I love that both of my kids love The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, and R.E.M., and the same sort of stupid humour that cracks me up too.

I was also really pleased that both of my kids are interested in making music as well as listening to it. And that lasted right up until they started making music noisily and frequently in my house: guitar for my eldest and drums for my youngest. They’re getting very good, but it’s loud – and it’s loud in a house that’s usually silent, because I can’t work when there’s music playing or speech radio in the background.

The noise is karma, cosmic payback for all the years I spent making a bleeding racket in my own family’s home, a racket so bad that I could make my mum wince three decades later by referencing one of the songs. I think mum would find that funny.