It’s taken me a few weeks to recover and, my husband Dean dryly tells me, for the gathered crowds out in the street below to wane, so it seems far enough away in modern history to share with you.

Of course Covid-19 plays a key role in this situation. We live in France, our daughter studies in Edinburgh, so her departure from our place after Christmas was layered with anxiety.

She was flying back to Edinburgh on KLM via Amsterdam as Easyjet seemed to have thrown in the (lemon scented sanitiser) towel as far as offering anywhere practical to escape to.