I can’t remember which one it is, but there is a sketch that Lee Evans does when he “learns” comedy from a tape. It starts off with him reciting the opening line to a joke: “My mother-in-law…”

It’s quite a funny sketch, but more because of Mr. Evans than the content of the joke. You see I get on very well with my in-laws, especially my mother-in-law. That MAY be because I can already see aspects of her surfacing in Louise, something that is a constant source of amusement for me, and some annoyance (at times) for Louise. Mind you her annoyance is that I’m chuckling away not that she is turning into her Mum.

So it was with some relief that I watched my mother-in-law, late on Sunday evening, walk into the living room and start dancing. Heart attack? What heart attack?

And of course I can’t let the day pass without wishing my nephew a Happy Birthday. He’s now 18 and can legally drink.. er… and some other things as well no doubt. It’s been a real pleasure watching him grow into a young man. Mind you, I’ll have to start hiding my Southern Comfort now! (I don’t think he’s matured into Guinness yet, small mercies and all that).