Nobody needed any persuasion to take to the floor at the Manor House reunion disco. With the first beat of the first record it was filled with enthusiastic dancers. I mentioned to TPR that we should list all these popular tracks for our own party playlist.

In a break between the records I wandered into the library to look through papers and card piled onto a big wooden table. I soon worked out that somebody had been making new Christmas cards from the scraps of old ones. Amongst the source material were several years’ worth of hand-painted cards by my father.

From the way that everything was laid out I guessed that this was all the on-going work of someone whose surname fell towards the end of the alphabet – perhaps HW (now HJ)? It was HP, however, who eventually admitted that the handiwork was all his.