There are days that are so surreal that you think you’re dreaming… yesterday was one of those days. It started off banally enough with baby sis, the matriarch and me setting off for a cultural evasion to the Capital to visit the awesome British Museum...

When I am an old woman I shall wear purpleWith a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer glovesAnd satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tiredAnd...