The utilitarian stationery cupboard is consigned to the corner but, as it’s on castors – and therefore not a stationary cupboard – it occasionally gets wheeled out. Card and paper gets converted into booklets when it goes through the Xerox laser printer before I collate, fold and trim on the worktop at the lighter end of the studio, near the large Velux roof-light window.
In contrast to this sleek operation, an old Ikea office chair, which sits next to the printer, looks worn and rather threadbare.
Equally forlorn, a four-octave USB keyboard hasn’t been used since I attempted to add a minute’s atmospheric background music to a short film that I’d made of our back garden on a frosty morning. It proved far more difficult than I’d imagined to come up with anything more than an aimless plinkity-plonk.
A much more successful purchase was the exercise step that sits on the floor next to it: I use that briefly almost every day in a five- or ten-minute exercise routine.