his legendary drinking, the restaurateur Rick Stein says people obsess about death and its causes. When he comes home tiddly, he’s just banished to the garden shed. My mum used to do something similar to Dad on the occasional Friday he’d had a few too many. She’d make him sleep on the front lawn and tell us kids he was too tired to make it to bed.
I grew up thinking all dads slept on the front lawn from time to time. Not that any harm was done, they’ll celebrate their 70th wedding anniversary next year.