I met up with Margherita Muller, my artist friend, yesterday at The Little Cafe in Argyle Street. She had been for osteopathic treatment near the Art Galleries.
   Later, I picked up my nephew, Roshan, from his house to take him to my mother’s. Then, I picked up my grandson, Deeven, from his badminton session. On the way to his home, we were talking about that most important of topics, his coming birthday. I was distracted and drove about a mile towards my own house. I said, ‘Deeven, you didn’t even notice that I’d driven past the turn for your house. You’re supposed to keep me right!’ He just giggled.