After months of feigned shock, giggles and teasing I finally worked out why TPR’s shorts had become such a hot topic at the gym. The shorts that he had been wearing were not his, but mine! No wonder the blue pair was so tight on him and the black ones that I had been wearing were so loose. A swap was quickly arranged and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Later the running club girls planned to set out in the dark to scope out a new route. I rushed to the gym from after-work drinks, where I left VW at the bar and PC discussing folk music with a stranger. With SA I managed to catch up with the others at Inverleith Park, but then we realised that we had left our handbags back at the bar. We now faced the dilemma of letting down our running friends or losing all our worldly goods.