And, sure enough, I was round at my old mum's having a nice cup of coffee when I got the tug from the Daily Telegraph: would I write a piece in support of EZs, please, for Monday's paper. My retort, naturally, was: did Nixon know? (This is a very ancient joke, albeit one that I love: I just chucked it in there to see which of you oldies are paying attention) and quickly nipped home to file some copy.
I didn't tell 'imself what I was up to, despite constant remonstrations to "join the family and the human race" for a few hours before I legged off to France, partly because it would have made him cross, and partly because he buys the Daily Telegraph (mainly for the crossword, it has to be said I would imbue his choice with any political intent or comment on news content). I have this fond idea that he will be quietly sipping his morning beverage gearing up for his conference calls today, when he turns the page and sees the missus smiling up at him. Blimey, that'll make him choke on his cup of tea! The kids are in on the joke - as is the septuagenarian mother. I'll let you know if he spat his tea all over the breakfast table. Ahhhhh!!!! It is little things that make the world go around.