At first I thought that this “modern Georgian house” was pretty dull. Of course the drab paintwork and the tall presses on the ground floor were in keeping with the Georgian ideal, but you could find this kind of decoration anywhere on a new housing estate.

It was not until you wandered upstairs that you discovered the magnificence of the house. Beyond a cluttered family area on the landing filled with books (including The cookery year from Reader’s Digest) was a vast ballroom. This then opened on to a huge conservatory the size of the palm house at the Royal Botanic Garden, Edinburgh.

But what was SL doing here? And why was she running around in a pink nightie?