'When my late husband [playwright, Jack Rosenthal]… and I first started earning the kind of money which merited attention being paid, we got into trouble with a tax bill, through the ministrations of, let’s be charitable, and say a “lazy” accountant,' she explains.

'I wish I could remember how or who recommended Goodman Jones but from the first meeting with Raymond Morris we knew we were in a safe pair of hands. Since that time those hands have received more cups of coffee, bagels, lunches, brunches and copies of my signature on pieces of paper covered in hyroglyphics than Zenadine Zidane has had recurring dreams.'

It's stirring stuff – and continues, humourously, for several more paragraphs. So congratulations to Raymond. But can it be beaten? I'd love to hear.