How many more times was I going to have to explain to my father that these were NOT the Lithuanian model factories he insisted they were?  They were simply fried chicken restaurants on Lewisham High Street.  They had however, had their fourth wall removed.  “Just like dolls houses”, I explained to him, as if to a child.

Meanwhile, I was called into Professor Andrea’s study to discuss my Chaucer essay.  Astonishingly, she wasn’t behind the desk but tucked into a single bed that had appeared by the bookcase.  Typical of her to try to get her students to look at her in bed.