I was in the (as usual) glacially slow queue at a national trust tearoom on Saturday, behind a woman who, although she'd been standing around for ages, when she was served seemed to be totally surprised at the idea of actually choosing anythingand dithered around wondering what cake and drink to have, as though she'd never seen them before, instead of being in front of them for a good ten minutes. And why is it only woman who do this? And why are ditherers oblivious to the enormous queue crinding their teeth behind them?
Another Tory MP crosses the floor
NEVER EVER HAVE I - Game 2 (Alphabetical)
from someone who estranged from daughters for more than 20 years