Texan DT organised a private disco as part of our tour to the US. With one exception all the girls were there (including ED, JW and NP). We missed SJ terribly, but appreciated that she needed to stay at home to save up for her forthcoming wedding. When we took to the dance-floor the bright lights illuminated my pale blue chiffon ra-ra skirt. I regretted wearing the white knickers which showed through the light fabric, but I was in the company of good friends, so it didn’t really matter that they could see my underwear. When it was time to leave we gathered up the chocolate truffles on the mantlepiece to eat later.

Of course during my stint in the US I was removed from TPR. However, I had discovered a form of time travel. If I concentrated really hard I could transport myself to where he was, even though we maintained timezones appropriate to our locations. So I next found myself on a coach full of programmers travelling home from some work event. For them it was mid-afternoon, and for me it was almost midnight.