This morning an old woman whispered to Becky: 'who's she, she's new isn't she?'
'She's Kate's daughter' said Becky.
'Ohhhh' said the old bag, and then, raising her voice and eyebrows at me, 'You're not as good looking as your mother, you know.'
Right. Thanks a lot.
'Or as nice' she threw over her shoulder as she waddled out the front door.
Brilliant. My week is going swimmingly. More importantly, how are you?