I put a really nice Bluetooth stereo in Mrs Cranky’s sewing room. She’s upstairs quilting and listening to music. It seems to be an all Beatles channel.

Blast from the past.

And Mrs Cranky is singing up a storm. Really happy she’s feeling good. But just between us, she really can’t sing. And the truth is, I can’t tolerate a lot of singers because, dammit, they can’t sing on key.

Ah, married life.