Four

We had an interesting visit from my sister this evening. She's a bit of a drama queen, my sister; a sneeze is never a sign of a mere cold, it's the harbinger of imminent death - that kind of thing.

Anyway, apparently she thinks that her husband V is having a fling. I politely pointed out to her that he's a man who finds dominoes exciting; an affair would kill him. (And he wears a yellow cravat to the office. Seriously, a cravat. Nobody under the age of 95 would even consider having a fling with a man in a cravat, but she's adamant.) I asked her what evidence she has for this alleged dalliance, but it seems to hinge on the fact that he's suddenly started wearing colourful socks.

I mean, on one hand, it's rather sweet that she actually thinks anyone would look twice at a cravated 60yr old wearing psychedelic woollens, but on the other, it's ever so slightly delusional.

'Demens senex vespertilio' as my husband likes to say.