It is Friday afternoon and I’m sat at my computer in Roland’s office (I’ve made a little niche for myself). The window is open and outside the rain is pouring down owing to cyclone Marcia (pronounced “Marsha” – the American way). Suddenly a smiling face appears behind the insect screen – it is Darren, our daughter’s boyfriend.

“A funny thing happened to me just now,” Darren beams.

“Oh yes…” I say smiling with expectation.

“Yes. As I was walking past the fridge a moment ago I thought I could hear singing coming from inside the fridge,” he begins.

“Singing, from inside the fridge?” I ask incredulously.

“Yes, honestly! I thought it sounded like ‘The Bee Gees’ – I take it you know The Bee Gees?” Darren teases.

“Of course, they are my all-time favourite group…”

“Anyway, I couldn’t just walk on by; I had to go back and investigate the singing in the fridge,” he pauses.

“Well, was it The Bee Gees?” I ask (I can tell he wants me to drag it out of him for greater effect).

“No, actually it wasn’t them at all. I opened the fridge door and saw that it was only the chives talking!”