When I was a child my parents had a home office, a mysterious room that my brother and I weren't supposed to go into into. Of course, as typically curious, rebellious and cheeky kids, whenever we were left to our own devices we went straight for the office, opening drawers and climbing under the desk. Hitting the keys on the keyboard, dialling numbers on the phone and pretty much just snooping – being very careful, if we moved anything, to put it back in place.