I completed the last hundred metres of my morning run and turned the corner into our street. There I found SL with her back against our railings, and her hands clinging onto the handlebars of her red bike.

“I think that you’re overdoing it” she said to me in a weak whisper.

I looked at her pale face and wondered whether it was really she who needed to take it easy. TPR then kissed her goodbye, and she set off on her bike back up the hill and home again.