'Molly. She was a Manchester United fan, but I suspect that was because she thought, oh what was his name... Christiano Ronaldo was dreamy.' She remembers her daughter and Evan nattering on about it at the breakfast table, names and numbers and all sorts of talk she didn't understand.

'It's 2012. She'll be sixteen this year.'

Her eyes fall closed and her chin trembles, though it's obvious she's trying to keep it together.

'We were going to go to the Olympics.'