Angelina Jolie (my new best friend) insisted on coming into town with me. She wouldn’t listen to my pleas that she would be recognised and the pair of us would be mobbed. In the event I was proved wrong. Nobody gave the A list movie star a second glance.

What Angelina did not know was that I was pregnant. Others were concerned, largely due to my advanced age, but it was OK. The medics promised that my son would be born by Caesarian. My friend J was delighted to have company in pregnancy, but DJ had no interest in his new grandson.

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Back at work the membership of the board was unnecessarily large. The makeshift table stretched across two rooms and all those at the far end from the chair had no hope of hearing the discussion. When I picked up that there was the proposal to present the external panellists with gifts of thanks for Lent I made strong objections. First of all it was not Lent – it was almost Pentecost – and secondly I strongly believed that people should not be bribed to attend meetings. I was invited forward to present my case to the Principal. During the discussion that followed I untangled a pile of Mac leads under a chair in the middle of the room.