PMF and CA worked for the family firm in Stockton-on-Tees.

One day, when I was looking for a dress* in a cupboard in my parents’ bedroom, I heard CA arguing with my father and his business partner. A few hours later, while I was on a group nature walk along the river, I spotted CA and my father’s business partner again. This time they were locked in a passionate embrace in a small blue car. Somebody needed to inform PMF. Would I be brave enough to do so?

*This was for an event at the Parkwood Hotel in Hartburn. I chose a modest tea dress. I later regretted my decision when ECM appeared in an almost transparent pale blue silk and satin gown, and our two other companions were also dressed for a ball rather than a night at the pub. My only consolation was that my hair was still the longest.