Well, I had something truly extraordinary for tea tonight. So what was it? Well it was Chilli con Carne, actually. That’s not extraordinary. What did it have some amazing secret ingredient? Well no – supermarket beef, chopped onion, tinned chopped tomatoes, tinned kidney beans, tinned mixed beans, packet chilli con carne mix. It’s sounding less and less exciting by the minute. But that is not what was extraordinary about it. I didn’t cook it. And as I write this, my wife is still not in from work. It was cooked by the younger of the two teenagers! Told you it was extraordinary. I mean, I had to cook the rice, and I had to lay the table and serve it and I still had to ask him to make drinks for the younger ones, but hey, Rome wasn’t built… a journey of a thousand miles, well you know how it goes. And of course, he’s one hundred percent certain that he’s off dishes washing detail, hell he cooked it! Hey ho, better get on with it before my wife gets here.