Well apparently my sister has got herself a little 19 year-old to play with.

She was expecting me to give her some talking down about age-difference and sensibility.

But then I’d be the last person to forbid people in their late twenties from snaring themselves a 19 year-old, if they can.

I reckon that when she’s 90 she’ll still have the memory of what it was like to have a 19 year-old.