TPR’s household management was so tight that on the day that he invited RL and AC round for supper all that he could afford to serve them was one slim slice of quiche each. I looked on in shame. Surely TPR could find something to garnish the plates? After all, we lived just 200 yards from a well-stocked corner shop, and Tesco was just a short five minute walk away.

TPR refused to go out so I was left to root through the kitchen cupboards and the freezer. All I found was half a bag of frozen mixed peas and beans in the freezer bottom drawer. This would have to do.