Conversation over dinner with Mum and her boyfriend centred around their ailments, ailments consistent with being a couple aged 65 and 70.
She's got a dodgy shoulder: "Can you pour the water? I can't lift the jug."
He has a failing memory: "Where are the loos?" "Same place as last night, dear."
We are all three of us deaf: "What was that?" "What was what?" "Pardon?" "Eh?" "I asked where the loos are." "What?" "Half past nine."
I wanted to talk about something else, but I did my usual trick: "How are you?" "Fine." Doh!
Bedtime. More tomorrow.
