I was an intern for a large multinational company. They didn’t really know what to do with me, so I ended up staffing the main reception desk with a team of young men dressed in black trousers, dark grey shirts and red ties.

Really I preferred to be across the road at my mother-in-law’s house. There I could knit in peace while watching Wimbledon with my brother-in-law.

One day when I sneaked away from work to trot over the to the house I had a marvellous surprise: my Malaysian “daughter” had come to visit. As a special treat my mother-in-law was busy serving her the most delicious looking plate of seafood – at four in the afternoon.