This is Bonapartes (no apostrophe) Café Bar on Temple Meads Station where we have stopped off for a cup of tea before confronting the city of Bristol.

We have yet to pass through the ticket barriers. Said tickets are no longer the small, stiff pieces of cardboard that they were when I was a child. These days, they are not even physical tickets but QR codes stored on Tigger’s iPhone. (Tigger is our travel organiser.) At the ticket barrier, she sends me through first with a wave of her phone over the detector then follows me.

What would we do without our phones? Lose your phone and your life grinds to a halt.