I had to drive a colleague’s car to Manchester so I could nip over to a Famous Five-style island and manage some workshops. I had to leave the room when I found out that the workshop (not very popular) was about how to bleed a bull prior to making some sort of meat product.

At a jumble sale for a charitable cause I bought some sweet little vintage tins with old boiled sweet wrappers in them and then arrived back in London by train only to realise I had forgotten the car. On my return train journey I heard an advert “stuck for something to buy mum? Give her cross tennis tickets”.

Cross tennis was apparently a crossrail train ticket to see exhibition matches in the run up to the Olympics.