We were out at the airport on Friday picking up Ethan and Catherine when I spotted our next door neighbours, Bob and Dorothy.
“Oh, hi there… what brings you folks out here today?”, I greeted them.
“We’re picking up our grandson,” Bob replied.
“Oh, he’s old enough to travel by himself?”, I asked.
“Well, he’s a Crown Prosecutor, so… yes”, replied Dorothy.
Did I mention that I’m not a good judge of people’s ages?
