I follow Michael into the kitchen of his London town house where Sarah, his wife is washing the dishes. They really are ridiculously domesticated. The house is so homely. They are so lucky to have each other.

Sarah has short blonde curls that stop at the base of her neck, brown eyes and a wide smile. For a mother of a two-year-old, she looks amazingly awake. There are no bags under her eyes or anything and I almost want to scream at her, how do you do it? Instead I give her a massive ...