Very, very many years ago, I once had a case on where the in-house lawyer, a lovely, bubbly, very smart woman, told me in the course of one of the dull bits that her husband was standing for Parliament, and she was fascinated by what it all meant, and very excited, and so was I. I'd never met anyone who might be going to be married to an MP before.

Many years later, I happened to be in Sainsburys on a Sunday morning. I glanced - as one does - down at the News of the World and saw a headline which was something like, "Redwood in Sex Romp Split" and the usual stuff about the "tight-lipped" "brave" wife. And then I saw the photo of her, holding the kids tight against her. And I went, "Oh, shit."