I typed ‘road less traveled’ while my brain screamed ‘wanker’ at me. It auto-corrected to ‘road Les’s traveled’ and I snorted through my nose. Far less wanky, I thought. Les, my late father in law was a top bloke.

We’re taking intensive salsa lessons while we’re in Bali. Women tell me I’m lucky my husband will go dancing but it was his idea. We didn’t step on each other’s toes once in the hour. I do need to increase my fitness though. Phew.