When I first started work, I couldn’t wait to get into the office.  Not because I liked work, but because I always had a packet of Royal Scot biscuits hidden in my desk.

My Tube journey from Balham to Warren Street would have me drooling at the thought – I had to be very careful I didn’t dribble over anyone’s Daily Mail on the journey.

Other items in my drawer literally had my name on – I’d written “Mike” in Tipp-Ex on anything which could be nicked inside my desk.  I had a calculator, as well as a stapler; a tin of boiled sweets (you never knew when you were going on a long car journey); paperclips; emergency packet of Royal Scots; a selection of foreign currency (MI6 could ring at any time).

These days, with paper being used less and less, the contents of desk drawers are vastly different: phone charger; spare lanyard; small, French dog.  For those who have been working from home, then they will simply have a spare pair of slippers, surgical cushion and a manual showing you how to unmute yourself on a Zoom call.

Sadly, Royal Scot biscuits are no more. They are extinct, like the pterodactyl – a Royal Scot biscuit had a smaller wing-span.

For Royal Scot biscuits, it’s “goodnight, Vienna”.  I hope this doesn’t make Viennese whirls an endangered biscuit.