I have had thoughts, post amputation, that I’m pretty sure I’ve never had before. Thoughts of Gok Wan, for instance. Wandering through John Lewis between work meetings this week, I suddenly felt an overwhelming longing that he’d appear and sweep me out of my despondency and into the perfect prosthetic-friendly outfit (without me having to get naked or be watched by millions.) But he didn’t materialise and so I gave up and ended up in the cafe where I think I managed to take my leg off and change my stump socks without anyone noticing. Shopping just isn’t what it used to be.