‘We done? Finished tying me up in demands? Stripping me for all I have?’ He sounds sulky, proper little boy in a bad mood, and for the first time in a long time I feel smug about his tone of voice. A smile curling across my lips unintentionally and I have the urge to giggle at his behaviour.

‘Stroppy much! I may need a wage advance to sort out a wardrobe and such. I got robbed after all. If you hadn’t put me in a position where I had to sell all that I owned I wouldn’t need to buy more, so pay up Carrero … I blame you for...