You weren’t allowed to dance with your partner at this event so I left TPR for a kind-looking young lad in his twenties. He was clearly a talented ballroom dancer and soon became frustrated with my tendency to lead. Eventually though – and with lots of practice – I understood what I was meant to be doing. My new friend pulled me closer and congratulated me on my style.

I hoped that TPR was not looking. I needn’t have worried. My dance partner had sent my husband on a number of errands to keep him well and truly out of the way.