Clement invited us in for afternoon tea to provide some respite from our labours, all china cups and silver spoons. He appears to be a peculiarly old fashioned English gentleman with impeccable manners – gracious but fastidious and slightly pompous. I think of him as a queen of the old school displaying an air of conservative respectability by day but mounted by the valet after dark. Clement mentioned that he was having people over for supper in a few days, including Chrissy and Bernard, and wondered if we’d like to join them. It is to be a casual, low key affair and a chance to meet his ‘chums’. We accepted.