A scatty older friend had mislaid her glasses and scarf and I set off to retrieve them. What should have been a simple task was complicated by my unfamiliarity with this airport. Every escalator seemed to take me further away from where I started. As I travelled on yet another escalator, I met David Beckham. He was holding a clipboard. “Good morning, Belle”, he said. “Morning, DB”, I said.

I’d never felt so alive.