Chatting with the girls as they returned from ambling along the High Street, I was informed that one had bought a “One Direction Calendar”. Schooling my face whilst simultaneously pondering feverishly, I was rapidly put out of my misery as my eldest son declared, “Don’t worry, you’ll never have heard of them.” Flushed with success at possible indications of obsoleteness, I blurted, “I’m SO glad you said that; I was wondering how it was possible to have a calendar which only goes in one direction.”
Confession is good for the soul and you needed to know why future correspondence will be coming from a care home