On day two of the work weekend away, I hoped to have an opportunity to wash my hiar. Instead I was paired up with two male colleagues, told that I would be sharing a bedroom with them later (they would take the double bed, thank goodness), and put on a tram to the East Lothian coast.

At our destination, we met our instructor and the rest of the team. Everyone was told to choose a pair of wellingtons from a big pile of green Hunters. I asked for exemption from this instruction since I was already wearing my black wellies. My request granted, I walked across the grass to join everyone now sporting appropriate waterproof footwear.

I saw KS in the crowd and blew her a friendly kiss. I immediately felt incredibly foolish when I saw that I had, in fact, directed my loving gesture to a pair of pink, fish-shaped swimming goggles. To make matters worse, an angry man took offence at my behaviour, and even more at my explanation.

‘KS is my lawyer’ he shouted ‘And it would be completely inappropriate to send kisses in her direction!’

Perhaps this was the reason that I had not heard from KS for so long. She had been studying for the bar.