I barely recognised PA on campus. A strict six-month regime of a decent diet and proper exercise had been transformational. He looked so much better. He said that he felt fantastic.

Meanwhile, DM was struggling. She had voluntarily stepped down from her senior role and taken on the task of allocating staff to desks in massive open plan offices. I lobbied for a corner desk, and also suggested that I was due a new Mac laptop.

Back at ‘home’ (in reality a temporary holiday let) TPR was dealing with my excessive food hoarding: fresh blueberries in a massive bowl on top of the tallest cupboards; cooked spaghetti under the sink; and spring onions forced between the taps and the kitchen wall.