AD had shrunk into a neat tweed suit worn under a brown overcoat, with the whole outfit topped off by a forest green felt hat. When we found him on Darlington Road he thanked us for the offer of a lift, but said that he would rather catch the bus into town. My companion, clearly worried about AD’s apparent weight loss, remarked that perhaps he needed some food. “That’s what happens when you get lumbered with a wife and three children”, I replied.