And if I were ever going to apologise to the mister for laughing at him for taking out SACA membership thereby fully denying our working-class roots, firmly flagging his membership of the corporate class, and at the same time spending rather a lot of money on something from which he can get only minimal participation, then this would be the time.

Because he can get a seat at the test and I can’t.

But I wouldn’t be able to find a babysitter anyway.