Ed’s just taken Gracie up to meet our new neighbour Mr C, the farmer, whose farmhouse sits on the hill behind us and whose fields surround us. They were invited in for a cup of tea and a chin wag.

Ed tells me that Mr C’s quite busy up there – with motocross in one of his fields on a Wednesday, clay pigeon shooting on a Thursday and a rave in their barn every Friday night.

I fell for this of course – but luckily Ed’s a bit less gullible. Sounds cheeky. I’m looking forward to meeting him.