You might like to eat the bread first, before the mussels, while you are still alive to enjoy it

SUNDAY, 7pm. The sun is still shining and my husband and I are making impromptu plans for the evening: short coastal walk, swim and a meal out in a newly-opened restaurant.

7.45pm: We have been for our walk and swim. Now we’re sitting in the car, mopping up the blood.“I need a tissue,” he says, as blood drips into his lap.

“Here,” I say, grabbing a glove, “use this.”“I’m not using those,” he says, “they’re my good wetsuit gloves.”