I have spent the day celebrating my sixtieth birthday. I was born exactly sixty years ago today in the Old Vicarage in Redlynch near Salisbury. Early in the day, I was given some bright red, calf length socks, maroon braces, a book about Paul Smith and some cup cakes with pictures of me on them. In some ways, it was an ordinary day, starting at 8am with a fundraising catch-up, a strategy meeting in the second half of the morning, interviews in the afternoon. At lunch, I celebrated a new three-year partnership with BNY Mellon. Now I’ve got my bus pass.