On Friday I’m speaking at an Anglican Church Mothers’ Union meeting (no sniggering in the back, please!) on the island. It’ll be a small gathering by all accounts and I was press-ganged into it by a family member during a time when I found it hard to say no. Things have changed since then and I won’t be saying yes a second time, but a promise is a promise. So I’m going.

They don’t want anything too spiritual (!) so I asked what I should speak about. ‘What about the time ...