We were surprised when the blonde woman sunbathing nearby introduced us to her friends.

‘We met here last year’, she reminded us. ‘We live in Geneva. Our son is also called T’.

Now, that my memory was jogged, I remembered this couple.

There was a second surprise for us when TPR and I returned to our hotel bedroom. The woman and her husband had moved their belongings into our room. Their clothes were in the wardrobe and drawers, and the wife tucked up in bed.

Apparently nothing could be done about this double booking. We were to share every minute of the last two of days of our holiday with this couple, whether we liked it or not.