We all squeezed into LC’s new car and headed to the airport, stopping off on the way so that LC and KT could raid cake shops. I waited in the car park, looking after the children.

Fitness trainer KB’s dog was the tiniest, cutest pet I’d ever seen. Under his fluffy white coat his body was only the size of a squirrel. He never stayed still, scampering everywhere, attempting acts beyond his strengths. His favourite pastime was to try and scale table legs. In the middle of the conversation I tried to tell KB that she would never be taken seriously at work in the gym without a PhD. She preferred it when I admired her puppy.