'Of course, I was invited...' says the ex-husband who has been summoned on several occasions, as he reminded me, sniffily, lest I forget which of us is the more important in the great scheme of things, him having huddled with power and eaten sandwiches there over 'working' lunches.
'Actually, I sold Cheri a climbing frame and a trampoline, so I've been there twice.' Worcester tells me before I have a chance to fully self-inflate when telling him how his text arrived just as I crossed the threshold. And indeed the trampoline is still sitting in the garden there, looking somewhat the worst for wear.
Yeah, yeah - but I've been there with a police escort with a semi-automatic weapon strapped to his waist, so there...
