SS gathered us around her kitchen table and served the Chinese takeaway feast. There was so much to eat, and by the time the pudding was unwrapped at about 3am I really didn’t think I could consume anything more.

SS dollopped a huge mass of seaweed and cream gloop onto BM’s plate. Then she mixed some orange peel into the bowl and asked TPR how much he would like. Meanwhile the other guests agreed that perhaps they would give running a miss the next day.

I glanced at TPR in hopeful expectation. It appeared, however, that our long run would still be on – but first I had to find a way to force this “food” down myself without offending our hostess (or, more likely, throwing up).