My mother convinced me that she knew the way back from town to her house – and I stupidly believed her. Three hours later we ended up in Sleaford, Lincolnshire.

Meanwhile TPR was selling newspapers to train commuters. In the quieter parts of the day he watched old Indiana Jones films on television. His only complaint was that he was not happy that SM ran a fruit and vegetable stall just a few yards along the road. KA was not pleased about this either.