‘He looks like something out of Eurovision with his shiny suit, unpolished square-front shoes and bad haircut,’ Hot Danish fumed. ‘I can’t believe he’s offering a room to hire with peeling paint and nothing else except 48 battered chairs for £3,000.’ We were admiring the Orangery in Holland Park. Admittedly, the guy who let us in would be very unlikely to get a job at Foxtons.

HD had more to say about rip-off Britain: the service charges, transport, plus how one cannot be spontaneous in London because the best places are booked up weeks in advance and how early most pubs close. There was perhaps another reason for his rant: he had skipped breakfast (and he hadn’t eaten properly the previous day).

When a similar mood occurred a few days later (as HD and I queued in traffic), I decided to take action: I am now making him breakfast in the mornings and sending a gentle ‘Eat! x’ WhatsApp reminder at lunchtimes.

It seems we can simultaneously be responsible for someone else’s happiness as well as our own…

Apparently, I am among the majority of UK women (eight out of 10 women do more household chores than their partners) to have tried but failed to get the man to help out around the house (something I’ve blogged about before). Forget a weekly date night as the key to keeping romance alive in a long-term relationship; hiring the services of a cleaner (and a food delivery company if cooking isn’t your thing; and separate bathrooms, according to my friend Monique) is essential.