You have got the good chair, a warm mug in one hand and a biscuit in the other, and the table in front of you is nothing but baking: chocolate chip, iced in red and white, dusted in sugar, with a handwritten recipe card propped up behind and somebody’s reading glasses left on a pile of books.

Across the green kitchen the dog has taken up position in front of the oven, sitting bolt upright, quite certain that the next batch is his!