In the latest of my increasingly common ‘senior moments’, I just opened a carton of grapefruit juice and poured its contents over my cereal. I think that must be what they refer to as a ‘continental breakfast’. (The only valid argument I’ve heard so far in favour of Brexit.)
I had a major senior moment at work the other week. Actually, it was more than a moment really; it lasted several days.
Do you know who the Prime Minister is, dear?