Mum has hooked us up to the internet. She explains the whole thing to me: military, pornography gone mad, great educational tool etc.
Mum’s teeth have gone quite yellowy in her old age. On the other hand her hair has hardly greyed, and remains for the most part resolutely brown.
I am reading the most boring book in the world with a fifty rupee note from the State Bank of Pakistan for a bookmark.
This, conversely, is not a novel, Mum. I’m not going to make anything up.