Grumbles greeted me at Chez M when I arrived, not because of my choice of cake to go with the tea (she loved the flapjacks), or appearing slightly later than planned (M hadn’t picked up the phone several times when I’d rung to check before I visited).

No, it was because I was entirely dressed in black - I usually go in red with bright camouflage or leopard print shorts. So need to make an effort next time! Once we got past that we chatted about Easter, holidays, landslides, WW2 bombing raids and my repairing of a Victorian clock - a logical progression.

(The Milk Tray Man appeared dressed in black in British TV adverts for around 40 years).