I chased TPR into the spare bedroom to see what he was up to. Why was he wearing the pale grey suit that he bought back in 1983? Whatever was he doing trying to squeeze his big feet into the dainty silver shoes that I bought for my cousin’s wedding last year? And what was that huge pile of clothes doing dumped on the floor beside the wardrobe?

“I’m just demonstrating how annoying it is to live with someone as untidy as you!” announced my beloved husband.

I grabbed him by the waist and we rolled around the floor in a play-fight. Our fun would have lasted longer had we not noticed a woman lift the bedroom window from the outside and tip the contents of a dustpan into our room. We abandoned our play, and made chase.

Unfortunately the woman could not be found. However, as we hunted for her we did catch a glimpse of EN-S, and I found the red stool from my childhood home, now cut down and put to good use as an extra seat in a lecture theatre.