Even so, after the birth of my last child, I was finding it increasingly difficult to make a go of my life. With three vigorous small boys, an unruly house and a fledgling publishing company (I had decided to go it alone with my own imprint), I was finding it hard to prioritise and meet the many different obligations of work, family and school-related activities. However, when I went to our excellent GP, he looked at me over his half-moon glasses and said in an avuncular way: "You are far too competent to be suffering from stress." I knew that ought to be true, and sheepishly made my way out.