JS came to visit us at the new house that we were sharing with TPR’s parents. It was a rather small semi on a housing estate, but all the rooms were perfectly proportioned and we believed that there was possibly enough space in my my parents-in-law’s bedroom to think of adding an en suite shower. I also took some pride in showing JS a recent copy of the Sunday Times Style magazine in which a house just like ours was now a weekly feature.
My parents-in-law offered to take us all out to dinner that evening. Since I had nothing to wear (other than a dirty blue and white spotty bikini) I left JS on the pavement outside the restaurant with my parents-in-law on the other side of the glass window, and set off for the shops.
My shopping expedition was a failure because I forgot to take any money or credit cards with me. However, while I was out, I saw old stills and video of JS modelling for a fitness class. These images on the advertising hoardings came from the era when JS lived in a cool Canadian tower block, and was a regular at its private gym.