DT and KJ urged us to buy a new house that was suitable for huge parties. NP chipped in with a special request: plenty of floor space for dancing.

We eventually found something that met these criteria: a huge tumbledown Victorian terrace with a partially covered roof garden. We placed candlelit tables under the sheltered area and set up the disco on the decking.

A bunch of women soon started dancing even before any music was playing. The real partying began when the DJ put on a Rolling Stones LP.

The highlight of the evening was a surprise visit from XY. DT and I were so pleased to see him that we clung to his T-shirt in tears. I took position at the front, with DT at the back.