Out of the mouths of babes

OUR seven-year-old granddaughter, Ava, asked her mum: ‘Why do you look sad, is it Theresa May?’

‘No, Ava’, her mum replied. ‘I’m always a bit sad at this time of year because I’d like to be at Glastonbury’.

‘How much did you pay to go in when you went?’ Ava asked.

‘Well, Ava, I was lucky not to pay because I was a steward.’

‘It must have been hundreds of years ago,’ said Ava, ‘because I know the Stewarts lived a long, long time ago. You are so old!’

mr m. n. Taylor, Southampton.