Take an ordinary moment. Add golden light and dramatic music. Now you've got a movie. Sandra (not Sandy, Sands or Sando) pushed a stack of papers aside, then cursed as it overbalanced and slipped off her wonky desk in a cascading flurry of individual sheets across the floor. She leaned across to her left and looked around her desk at the once organised, colour coded, sticky noted, highlighted and marked-up schedule...