It was last week, when I almost walked into a bollard, that I decided to stop multitasking . I was pushing the pram while doing an online food shop on my phone, and I narrowly avoided bashing my head in. I’ve always assumed that doing loads of things at once is not only the smart, productive way to live, but that there is simply no other option in the modern world.

At home, can I put the washing on while listening to a podcast while eating my dinner while texting a friend back while leaving a note on the fridge to buy more milk in the morning? Yes! Look at me go! At work, can I answer seven emails at once, while having a conversation with a colleague, with 11 websites open at once, all of which I’m reading? No problem. And I’ll eat my lunch while I’m at it, too.

I’ve quietly worn mul

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