Dame Judi Dench and I soon made friends in the hotel bedroom that we shared on holiday.

Afterwards I met DT in the new Student Association building. Created on a massive scale, it rivalled the Edinburgh International Conference Centre in size. I couldn’t imagine how much it had cost to install all that marble. We both fitted in well in our ballgowns. I was especially pleased to be wearing a burgundy Laura Ashley dress from the early 1990s, delighted that it still fitted me.

We soon spotted the Student Association president and J (in a smart suit), who had come to collect us. Before we set off on the 15-minute journey home by car, I excused myself to pop to the loo. The ladies’ toilets were in the basement at the foot of a very long marble staircase. The steps themselves were wide and shallow, and I found that the best way to navigate them was to hold the hand of a long-haired stranger.

By the time I got back upstairs J had left to spend his Saturday evening “in isolation”. DT and I climbed into the car with the student association president and admired the beautiful scenery along the way on the journey home.