I fell asleep on the sofa this morning after getting up early for a cuppa. I was woken at 10am by DH tapping me on the shoulder and looking rather dapper for a Sunday morning. Beard trimmed, clean shirt, neat sweater and shiny shoes. He said 'What time is the cooker cleaner man coming? you should get dressed' I though I had been asleep for over 24 hours 
I said that he looked nice and he replied that, yes, he was giving a Wildlife Talk at midday. =He thought it was Monday! Well he did look smart for our pub lunch 
'Lost generation’: why can’t young people get jobs? What should be done?
The importance of grandparents - we could have told them this!
