The New York annual Founders’ Day parade was spectacular and I would have happily watched it all day. However, just as the elephants marched past, TPR introduced me to two blonde strangers. The younger of the two was Jenny and, like me, she had no idea that she had been sharing TPR with anyone else. The elder of the pair, however, was fully aware of her status as TPR’s second (and illegal) wife. On questioning TPR admitted that Jenny was only a recent addition to the secret hareem. She was his regular weekend cinema date. Suddenly everything started to make sense: the late returns home on Friday nights, and the long periods that I had recently been forced to spend on my own on holiday.