My colleague ST clearly did not expect to see me at work that day. She’d taken over the whole office by moving the furniture around and inviting in a whole hoard of students. Now there was nowhere for me to sit and work.

“I’m glad you’re here” she said. “I didn’t know what to do about the dog”.

I glanced across the room and caught sight of a small white poodle. The dog was my responsibility: it was my music teacher Miss J’s pet. I hadn’t seen Bimbo since the late 1970s, but there was no denying that he was alive and well – and completely out of place on a university campus.