RYP wrote:I assume all these people and these events are occurring on a tiny island populated by people with bad teeth and tweedy jackets
It's terrible what the ravages of Alzheimers will do, you don't even recognise yourself. You're the guy with a blanket on your head and a helmet two sizes too small. Yes Mr Pelton, your lunch will be coming at 12.30 sharp - pie, mash, cauliflower, peas and gravy - just how you like it. And then after that we'll all be having a lovely sing-song or you can go out into the garden and you might hear the birds if the traffic isn't too busy on the freeway.