At the weekend I discovered getting the wrong end of the stick runs in my family.
I am quite pleased about this.
For a couple of days I thought I would be the only person present at the next annual general meeting of the Silly Plonker Club.
Now it seems one of my elderly relatives will be there too.
So let me explain.
On Saturday Mrs P and I took George The Dog for a walk, whereupon we bumped into an acquaintance of my beloved.
But this was not just any old friend. This was an actress no less, who