I was bound to have told SL the story of the ill-fated love triangle, yet she had somehow independently befriended the main villain of the piece. There she was, all excited about the forthcoming wedding, begging us to come along as her plus one and two, apparently unaware of how painful this would be for us. Later on I saw the bride-to-be (villain number 2) and she also seemed quite happy to welcome us on her big day, even though we’d been on the other side throughout the whole sorry drama.

The third character in the story had been dead for over a decade. Reminded of him by SL’s new friendship, we decided to pay his old flat a visit. We thought that the poster we had just bought might look good in his sitting room. We half expected his heir to answer the door, but instead his elderly aunt greeted us. She had been very busy in the past ten years. The entire front portion of the flat was set out like a business. The tiny flat was now a popular bed and breakfast destination.