When my first baby was just a few weeks old, I introduced her not to the office but the next best thing, the bar, which had become a sort of second workplace. Those were the days when lunch was a structured part of office life and, in my profession at least, mostly liquid. So, strapped into her harness, my infant daughter made her debut in EV2 (El Vino’s in Blackfriars, the Fleet Street institution being EV1), where her mother had passed many happy hours pre-baby.