I wanted TPR to discuss plans for our round-the-world tour, but struggled to interest him in the conversation while he was at the gym. I sulkily followed him around the gym floor, making weak attempts at exercise. Meanwhile he put everything into lifting the heaviest weights that he could find.

Then suddenly the gym doors were flung open by a masked man. He leapt over equipment to reach TPR. I had to protect my husband! I picked up a 12 kilogram kettlebell and sent it flying in the direction of the attacker. It landed with a satisfying thud on his midriff. He managed to pick himself up and ran out of the door, escaping with TPR’s Yale key in his hand.

We decided there and then that it was time to give up this gym membership. This would be no great hardship for me because I was already a member of another club with excellent facilities – and far superior security.