If Jill saw anything, she pretends she didn't, and stands straight after patting Torgal on the head.

"Next week," she says, and gives him a nod before turning around. She makes it all but four steps before Torgal is getting in front of her legs, trying to herd her back towards Clive.

Poor dog. But he's robbing her of her relief from escaping those blue eyes of Clive's.

"To Clive, Torgal. Go."