'Can I get a name for the coffee?', they ask me. And, just briefly of course, I consider naming the coffee. Joe is an obvious first thought, with some favourite but never used names coming to mind next. Hugh, Thea, Alex, Jack, Imogen. How is it possible that I have four daughters and not one is called Imogen? I wonder. However, I know myself well enough to know that I am not the kind of person that is actually going to give my coffee a name so I snap out of my reverie and say 'Amelia'. My name. Which is what they're asking for after all.