Her world is a brilliant and bizarre, chaotic universe littered with clothes, clothes and yet more clothes, sweet wrappers, discarded study notes, empty plastic water bottles, GCSE text books and used tea mugs, well just one, but that’s one too many…

Me: Why does your room look like a squat?

Daughter: Because  I haven’t found what I’m looking for.

Me: Which is what exactly?

Daughter: Myself