Lured by its 'characteristic foul stench' of  'rotting meat, dung and rancid cheese', I once joined a very long queue to see this, a flower so rare it hadn't bloomed for generations. Which is about as often as my craftspace looks this tidy. Even now, if you peer into the Pjas basket, you'll see a motley assortment of things that have nothing to do with my creative pursuits. And let's not talk about the fact I have to jam my legs in amongst all the stuff under the desk just to sit down. Or mention the crammed cupboard in the hall, whose door hasn't closed properly for years.

No, let's maintain the illusion a minute longer.

At least it doesn't smell.