TPR interfered with my cooking arrangements so now all the plans for the dinner party had gone awry. He even let a plastic spatula melt in a saucepan.

Meanwhile JLW wasn’t doing much better at setting the table for 16 (or was it 17, 18 or 19?)

Then my thoughts were interrupted by an Indian student who was seeking advice on a dissertation ‘on behalf of a friend’.

‘I cannot comment on the degree programmes delivered by others’ I said in my attempt to dismiss him and get back to preparing the meal.