I’LL get back to Mrs Davison in the care home in a while – suffice to say that her neighbour Genghis wasn’t happy about her being left there when she has a perfectly good home of her own, while her son who lives in England also had his nose put out of joint.

First I must tell you about my Christmas present. 

I’ve never been mad about flying. I don’t mind the hustle and bustle of the airport, and the warm anticipation in the weeks before a trip, but when I get on the actual plane and get buckled in, I begin to get claustrophobic.

Then the whining of the engines starts, and the mannequin grins of the flight attendants heighten my suspicion that something isn’t right; I mean, that noise wasn’t there last time I flew. 

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Add to this the brave face I paint upon myself and the result is tension you could cut with a butter knife. 

So, when I opened my envelope........

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