After the party I checked on the health of my rhubarb (good) and my damson tree (not so good). Had people been swinging on it? Then I set off across the city on various forms of public transport.

On the old fashioned DLR train, I realised my travelling companion was David Cassidy. The sparks flew! We attempted to pour out our life stories to each other, explaining what had brought each of us to this special moment. Then other passengers began to cheer – around us enormous mechanical Lego dinosaurs were rising up out of the lake. It was a spectacular sight.

David and I went to the Olympic Stadium where some sort of variety/sport hybrid show was taking place. As we wandered around back stage two different women approached David.  Each had met him after a concert and had spent one magical, falling-in-love evening with him and wanted to reminisce. I smiled to myself.  None of them had what we had now.  But then I realised I couldn’t find David.  I had lost him in the maze of corridors and studios. And then I realised that he had my coat. And my bag. And my shoes. He stole my heart.  And my things.