”Your nan’s 80th birthday drinks was well lit” claims your dad, while claiming that he’s sorry you missed it.
“I’ll tell you something for nothing” promises dad, “she’s a great mover for eighty! Never before has a wheelchair done so many laps on a medium-sized empty dancefloor surrounded by a circle of clapping fools.”
“It was a sight to behold.”
“I hope I’m half the man she is when I’m her age. Not that she is a man of course, you get what I mean. If I’m anything like her I’ll be happy, I meant to say. Oh, except the walking bit! I still want to be able to walk. But apart from that… just like her” grinned Dad proudly.
“You would have loved it” nodded dad in a salesman like manner. “No, honestly. Obviously the DJ played to the crowd and played all the golden oldies, but they were all the best ones and he ‘dropped’ the modern stuff too, for the younger ones.”
“I’d say she’ll out-live us all with her attitude.”
“And if she doesn’t, sure look-it, I’d say there is a few quid in her somewhere.”
