We’d been hunting for DM for years. When we finally tracked her down to a small upstairs maisonette in Rhyl we were beside ourselves with excitement. There she employed a manageress called Elaine to run a small bed and breakfast business.

DM seemed as excited to see as we were to see her and laid on a special spread of smoked salmon and strips of uncooked pastry for her guests. While the boys tucked in I grabbed one of the spacehoppers and bounced around the sitting room. I spotted some salmon on the dirty carpet and popped it into the bin before it made its way back to the table.

DM noticed my Dubarry boots and wondered at the cost. I was quick to point out that I was also wearing a thirteen year-old navy blue cardigan that I was forever darning, and an old grey jumper of hers. Despite splashing out on the boots, I hoped that I was able to prove that I was generally quite frugal.

Meanwhile HB entertained herself by looking up members of the royal family on Wikipedia. Every time she attempted to locate an entry for Sarah, Duchess of York she ended up on the page dedicated to Princess Beatrice. She clearly needed some professional help, so I abandoned my spacehopper and shared my expertise in information retrieval.