On a pretty dreary (we both agreed) day, Ms J and I sat down to chat our way out of the glum mood.

We were talking about some concerts in London when she remembered her visit to the Royal Albert Hall as a little girl. Some lady in front of them sat on the wooden stool but it broke, making Ms J and her older sister break into chuckles. Their father got cross with them, but that only made their giggling worse and he swore he would never take them out for a cultural evening again!

Needless to say, we were both giggling away ourselves at her story and the other similar stories she recalled after that. We were both quite cheery after that!