“I have a little secret to announce,” said my ninety-five year old mother after we had finished our Easter Sunday dinner a short while ago. (You may remember her as ‘Supergran’, pictured above, from earlier blog posts.)

“What could it be?” I queried and turned to my equally surprised husband Chris.

“Well,” she paused (getting our full attention) and smiled mischievously, “I hope you won’t be worried…”

We just looked at Mum and waited for her to continue.

“I know you’ll be shocked but I’m thinking of getting married again!”

“Who is he?” I asked, trying not to show surprise. “Not that old man who kissed you at Newton Abbot market last year?”

“Who?” Mum replied. (Her memory isn’t quite what it was.)

“You know, that old man who kissed you on the lips after you bought him a cup of tea?” I reminded her.

“Oh no,” she said emphatically, “you know I don’t go for old men!”.

“Not a younger man?” my eyes widened. “Who is he?”

“You’re a April fool!” Mum said with relish.

Well and truly!