The rest of it is a woman who had not been allowed to say anything for four years, saying it, all at once, at six in the morning, to nine hundred people.

I told her that in the car. Not tidily. It came out over about half an hour and I said some of it badly.

At the end Lia said: “That’s the actual reason, isn’t it.”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She looked out of the window. “That’s better than I did it for you. I’d have hated I did it for you.”

We sat there for a while with the hazards going.