And, as to whether or not Jools had a hoarding problem … well, that was a subject that just didn’t come up.

Then, of course, I had Fleur. The wonderful, infuriating, self-obsessed Fleur.

I remember, my first meeting with Alexandra, I felt a bond with her when she said her mother was famous. I think, if I was given the choice, I’d rather have spent time with Ingrid Richards than Fleur Bonnier any day. Unless, of course, I was her daughter.