I hate to think what my neighbours thought of me (both sets of neighbours looked out of the upstairs windows whilst I was mid Bertha session!), but I had on several layers of my old work clothes, including thick socks and woolly gloves, my thick leather work gloves, dust mask and safety goggles. I kid you not. I learned the hard way that plaster dust in the eye when you wear contact lenses is not a fun way to pass the time. I won’t trouble you with a photo of me in this gear – I’m sure the mental image is vivid enough for most people. Now imagine me in that gear, post marathon Betha session, white from head to toe, except for my hair which turns a nice shade of old lady grey.