JM was back from his holiday and enjoying all the attention from the charming waiting staff at Edinburgh’s best Italian café. I watched from across the table as he tucked into two enormous bowls of raw fruit and vegetables. It all looked terribly healthy, but not very appetising. I was unconvinced that anyone would have the patience to munch their way through the toppling pile of chopped celery and carrots.

Meanwhile, in the nearby anteroom SL was exploring the interactive features of its panelled floor.

Coffee morning hadn’t been so much fun in ages.