As children, we were all too often gullible and so vulnerable to our parents’ often wicked sense of humour that really served to keep us in check.  I remember the hideous ‘Monster’ that lived under my bed, waiting patiently for my feet to touch the bedroom floor after I was told it was time for me to sleep; or the ever-present Boogie Man that would be everywhere all the time, ready to pounce on unsuspecting children who were not home before curfew.

The back of a piece of tissue paper is hardly the place to write a business plan.  And certainly not while sitting in a hotel lobby at the airport in Brussels during a four-hour stopover while seriously jetlagged.

It never fails to amaze me how much you can get done in a day if you put your mind to it. Particularly if you are a ‘control freak’ or just seriously driven to achieve targets.  Look at any entrepreneur’s diary or to do list and you’ll see what I mean.