Sally had been in Make-up a good half hour, before she went back to the trailer to put on her costume. Eggy had not come into the dressing room this evening with his usual bright hello.

After their conversation earlier, Sally felt really bad. She worried for him. Perhaps he was avoiding her, embarrassed at how much she now knew of his wretched life with Phoo.

When the car had arrived to pick her up this afternoon, Eggy had not been inside. The driver told Sally that Mr Markham’s wife had come down to tell him that today Mr Markham was making his own arrangements.

Sally wondered whether she should go looking for him, but knew that that was the job of people on the crew, who would be well aware of where he was.

She perched on the seat in the trailer, all decked out in her costume. An evening dress, high heels and copious jewellery. This scene followed the pair of second-rate crooks doing a spectacular but accidental robbery at a party. They were only there to case the joint. But their presence coincided with the real robbery by professional robbers (Marina Martel and Steve Baxter). The principals had amassed the jewellery and stashed it behind a plant pot, ready to take it home at the end of the evening. But Eggy and Sally had to get there first. They fortuitously came upon the pile of diamond necklaces, rings and bracelets which the pros had removed from the safe. They then had to walk calmly out of the party with all the stolen jewellery plainly on show, around Sally’s neck, fingers and wrists, with the odd bracelet sticking out of the pockets of Eggy’s dinner jacket.

Sally stood in front of the mirror and tried working her wrists. With all this junk around the joints of her arms and hands, it was going to be rather hard to operate the throttle in the boat, but it had to be done. She wondered whether the boat would have similar controls to the last one.

A sudden gust of wind shook her trailer.

That did not bode well.

She didn’t fancy being out in the dark on a small craft in a high sea.

She slung the chain of the evening handbag she had also been given around her wrist and picked up her mobile phone.

After a few more practice flicks she decided to go and visit Eggy in his wee trailer, just to say hello or something. She had to break the ice, to normalise things, otherwise tonight could be hell.

A rap on the trailer door.

‘Ready for you on set, Sally!’ It was the runner. ‘Your car is the grey one, to the left of the chuck wagon.’

Sally delicately climbed down the caravan steps in her high heels, scooping up the skirt in her be-ringed fingers.