I pushed through the tough plastic packaging of a device that I did not recognise: the cheery Friesian cow branding gave no clues to its function. However, the batteries would probably be of some use, to something, some time – surely?

I would find out soon enough now that I was responsible for all devices in my own household. Since TPR had come out then immediatley left me to pursue a romantic career elsewhere, I was learning to live my life as a single, independent woman.