I remember mum’s new boyfriend driving us to Andorra. We were moving there now. This was her latest, best idea after mum and dad got divorced. I was very young and have very little recollection of most of it.   I do remember us running out of petrol on the alps. I remember the car was strange anyway because it puffed up and rose when you started the engine.

Neil, the new boyfriend wedged a big stone behind the wheel to stop the car running forward and falling down a mountain. We must have waited for the alpine AA to sort us out but we got down there in the end.

The most frightening thing I’ve done since is be driven in an open top car around Fuerteventura . Happily my subconscious sent me to sleep.