TPR spent Christmas in the far north of the Shetland Islands, miles away from me and the rest of the family. The evidence was there a parish magazine: a photograph of TPR seated next to a vicar at Christmas dinner in a remote village hall.

TPR used the contents of the magazine as proof that divorce was inevitable. Normally he would not tolerate the company of a man of the cloth. This picture revealed the lengths to which he would go to to shun me. Now I should prepare myself to admit to all our friends and family that our marriage was over.

I was devastated. We would be the topic of much gossip for months to come. In addition, I would probably now be obliged to make my holiday arrangements with BNX. She was in the same position as me having recently been abandoned by DPX.