My sister went for a meal at the home of her manager last night. She really really did not want to go. She says he is alright, but his wife is a stuck up cow, and is prone to making remarks like "My goodness! Do you really shop at Tesco's? How any one survive without Waitrose I really do not know."

Meals at their home practically come with price tags left on...."It really is worth playing that bit extra for organic fillet steak don't you think?"

So anyway, I think we can all share in my sister's delight last night when as her hostess came back in from the kitchen this woman sneezed violently and the sheer force of it sent her front tooth flying across the room where it landed in the potatoes lyonnaise.