Katharine Lloyd, left reeling when an acquaintance angled for an affair with her husband, discovers she is not alone in finding herself victim to a new, highly predatory female.
My husband and I walk into the drinks party. “There you are!” our hostess trills, “Let me introduce you.” She does the rounds, escorting us from one group to another, introducing us as “the Lloyds”. It is clear we are a married couple.
OK, we don’t hold hands and gaze rapturously into one another’s eyes; but the shared surname and the fact that James gets me a glass without needing to ask whether I prefer red to white send out a pretty clear message. There is no excuse, then, for what happens next.