Last night I was speaking to dad, who is in a Sheltered Housing complex in Dumbarton. One of the good things is that he gets his lunch and tea made for him, and the householders all eat together. However, he was having a good moan yesterday about all the old people who slurp their food and spill it down their sweaters etc. He thought it was good to have places like this for those old folk. "Aye, dad", I said, "One day you'll be old yourself!" He'll be 83 in two weeks time.