So I went  to the supermarket after work and you know how there are always these 50 and 60 guys who, when their wives are busy haggling with the fishmonger or examining packs of frozen peas, 'disappear' with the trolley pretending to be looking for something?

Well I went home and told The Writer "Isn't it a blast when you start to almost enjoy wholf-whistling from building sites and stuff that used to irritate me in my teens? It must be a sign of terrible old age but today there were three of the male oldies hissing 'Nice...nice' at me when they thought their wife was not noticing.  Never thought I'd live to see the day when I actually like that kind of leering'.

And TW replied: 'What leering? They were just looking for the biscuits'.