I could have done with TPR’s help as I hosted a small dinner party. Had he been around,  the guests would have probably eaten at the kitchen dining table (rather than in our bedroom), I would have remembered to serve the sherry, half the chocolate mousse mixture wouldn’t have ended up on the floor, and the washing up would have all been done before we had even sat down to eat.

Disaster struck when RL and another male guest decided that a tall kitchen cupboard crammed with heavy earthenware and cast iron Le Creuset pans would fit into a more ‘convenient’ space against a wall. All that they needed to do was to shave a little wood off its side. As they attempted to do this, the cupboard toppled over and flattened RL. His wife SPL and I looked on in horror.

Was he dead?