On Saturday we went to visit Chris’s godparents. I’d never met them before but they were good friends of both our parents. His godfather was a teacher with our dads back in the 60’s. Their limes and parties were legendary.

They told us about a night when they were all liming at Hilton poolside. They were loud and rowdy as usual so management sent a waiter to speak to them.

As the story goes, they did not welcome the intervention and the waiter soon found himself at the bottom of the swimming pool.

On observation, my father decided he wasn’t comfortable enough and tossed a chair in after him.

Naturally they were all asked to leave which they did with glee.