I’d like to take you back to the late 1980s, to a time when cousin Norman and I were young fellows in our prime. Mrs P and I were just married, but Norman and Deirdre pipped us to the post. As young newlyweds, they needed temporary accommodation until they found somewhere to buy.

Deirdre had condemned Norman’s bachelor pad on the Longwood Road as unfit for human habitation, so the pressure was on to find somewhere to live. Anxiously, Norman asked me if our little cottage in the courtyard was available to rent.