Ten years after my husband threw me out in the rain while I was carrying his twins, I watched him tell a television audience that his one regret was never having children.

And then: Welcome back, Delia.

Yusuf Darrow met me in a place on Carrow Street the following afternoon at two o'clock and put four things on the table between us.

Vale Group's year-end gala is on the Saturday, at the Harrowgate, with four hundred and eleven people on the seating plan.

Soren's keynote is at half past eight.

"We go in at eight forty-five," he said, and turned the running order round so I could see it.

Then he gave me the other folder.

The divorce settlement from 2014 — the one his mother sat across a table and talked me into — and eleven years of calculated maintenance with a figure at the bottom of it.

It is an enormous figure. I looked at it for about four seconds and then I turned that page over.

Yusuf noticed, because that is his job, and asked me what I actually wanted out of a ballroom.