Cape Town – “So,” said the rather vexed voice, “they’ve moved in, with two cats.”
“Of course,” she continued, “my father-in-law can’t organise anything at all.”
The cashier wanted my card, so I missed the answer.
The same cross voice continued: “And he’s started drinking again.”
I missed the next bit as my shopping was handed to me.
“We must do lunch,” said another voice.
I had to stop myself from going over and asking if I too could come to the lunch. Why, I wanted to know, were the cats such a problem? What had the father-in -law failed to organise? And who, for the love of all that is holy, had started drinking again?