I got a lot out of my marriage, not least because my husband’s almost identical brother was part of the deal. We didn’t know his name, nor whether he was younger or older than TPR, but he was always there when we needed him. He was so much fun that Belle enjoyed filming his antics on her old fashioned video recorder.

One day someone asked me which of the two men was my husband. I confidently pointed at one of the brothers only to be told by the other that I was wrong.

Then my ‘true’ husband dropped his trousers to show me something else that I had never seen before: his fully detachable wooden leg.