I've finally worked out that I am spatially-challenged. All my life I've left doors partly shut, drawers gaping a couple of inches open, I've had trouble parking in a tight spot, I bump into things - it's all part of the same problem; basically I have no real sense of my relationship to physical objects around me. It used to drive my ex crazy, the way I'd leave drawers open in the dressing table, and not shut the wardrobe doors properly. I never put it all together until last night, when the realisation came to me in a blinding flash. Funny what a couple of glasses of chardonnay will do to you.