I put my arms around my husband’s waist and swoon at the feel of his touch when he does the same back. It’s not often Jack dresses down as he’s mostly in a suit for work, but tonight he looks super sexy in his black jeans and T-shirt. I suppose together we do have a bit of a Danny and Sandy look about us.

‘Er, what about me?’ asks Harry, pointing at himself. He looks, as always, just like Harry. ‘I don’t hear any compliments coming my way.’

He rubs his chin, dropping hints to what might be a bit different about him.

‘The beard! It’s gone!’ I exclaim, patting his arm as I finally notice. ‘What on earth made you shave it off? I have to say you look ten years younger without it, Harry boy, but you did look good with it too. Now, that’s a double compliment.’

Harry looks pleased and goes back to sipping his pint.

‘It was just a phrase he was going through,’ whispers Sophie, imitating my aunt Bridie and we laugh while our husbands look baffled. ‘Now I can put him back up on his peddle stool!’

I go into stitches laughing and enjoy my drink and the music, not to mention the company I’m so lucky to share. By the time it comes to take our seats for the concert, I’ve distanced myself as well as I can from any connection to the man who will be on stage tonight.

Maybe this is step one to letting go of the ball of guilt that has sat within me for far too long. I feel quite upbeat and positive; much better than I have since I left my job. So far, it’s looking like it was a good idea to come here tonight after all.

The lights go down in the large arena and the crowd’s applause builds into a deafening crescendo as Blind Generation take to the stage with the rousing opening chords of one of their mounting collection of hits. I can feel my heart beat in my chest with anticipation to the beat of the bass drum, as everyone waits for the main man to take to the stage with the opening lyrics of their big hit.

‘You don’t fool me any more.’

His voice … it’s his voice.