My sisters argued that my mother’s white Volvo would look good in her care home car park. I refused to move it there. In any case, I had no idea where it was.

I also had other things on my mind, such as a 10k run. I arrived late to join the other runners in the second ‘slow’ wave. I dumped my bag of gravel at the side of the road and my yellow cardigan over a low wall, then took my place next to the man who was leading the warm-up exercises. Casting a glance at the other competitors, it looked like I would have a good chance of being placed in this race.

Meanwhile TPR was really annoying me due to his neediness. His latest complaint was that he couldn’t find any ingredients in the kitchen cupboards.