I tried so hard to resist, but I just couldn’t help myself levitate at the reunion. GG tried to talk me down as I floated up to the ceiling, but the pull upwards was too great, and I soon disappeared through the hatch into the attic.

By the time I came back down again I was determined to find FD to complete some unfinished business. We’d been such good friends in our early teens, then lost touch. Reunited again, we were now about to embark on a joint writing project. Our book on the life and work of an unknown (as yet) French poet was bound to be an international bestseller.