After dropping my husband off at Houston’s airport for a business trip, my eight-year-old daughter grabbed my arm and whispered, “Mom, please don’t take us home

Her plan, as she has since told the police and the court and me, was to get him into her car and drive him to her sister’s and sit on him until he was somebody she recognised again.

It was a terrible plan. It was also the only plan that anybody in that family made that morning that was not about money.

And he put his hand up to her because he thought she had come to help him do it.

And the business, which is the second folder and which I said I would not open and which I am going to open about four inches.

It went in the October of 2024. Plant hire. It had run since 2019

and it had been in trouble since about 2022.

And I signed for it.

Not the loans — the guarantee, in the March of 2021, at our kitchen table, in about four minutes, because he said the bank needed a second name and because I had a shift at two.

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