I was rather disappointed with the table setting at the big reunion party. Surely this kind of occasion deserved proper table linen and glasses? The paper napkins and plastic cups were simply not good enough. I would have to have words with my mother.

I spent some time talking to JB, and then to three girls who had studied at Loughborough University under the supervision of CO and AM. Unlike the others, the latter group had some inkling of what my job involved.

My sister J was also in attendance, flaunting her close relationship with other members of the family. She presented a portfolio of artwork by our uncle and grandfather, and then graciously offered to give me a canvas. I chose a sketch that depicted our family in the upstairs drawing room of the White House in Stockton-on-Tees. I knew, however, that this was a sop. She had already squirrelled away the more valuable pieces elsewhere. I would make my complaint later to Granny H.