More on Micky Mouse

Does Micky Mouse exist any more.

Ours is busy qualifying to be a scout leader. These days that entails proving he knows how to put up a dome tent, tie a reef knot, purchase a ready-made portable barbecue and negotiate the NHS Direct telephone system menu.

As mentioned previously, he is revelling in the glorious state of Boyfriend-dom. He has a girlfriend. Senior Frustrated Novelist mentioned this to the handmaiden during the week when the three of us were together in the office. You might have thought I was being unnecessarily cruel, but this might put things in perspective.

The Handmaiden's response was a pained, drawn out "Whooo?"

Before Senior Frustrated Novelist could respond I asked the Handmaiden to think of a mother with a track record of off-loading her daughters onto the first unsuspecting, unwitting block to hove into view, with a vulnerable young daughter with a burdensome child of her own? The Handmaiden scored a hole in one (but didn't get the drinks in).