‘I was a prat’ – how wonderfully honest!

I’ve developed a crush. Although I suspect he’s too old for me. He’s the grandfather who decided to climb Mount Snowdon as a new-year wheeze, to ring in midnight at its peak. He didn’t take any survival kit, and had to be rescued when it turned cold and rainy. “To all my family, and friends, sorry for being a prat, but I will always be a prat,” he said afterwards. “I promise to listen to all of your advice in future.” It’s this apology I’m so taken with. In an evasive age, isn’t he being wonderfully honest? No shiftiness. No mumbled apology that doesn’t sound like an apology at all. Just a straightforward, “Sorry I’ve been a prat, but I warn you there is a high likelihood I will continue to be a prat down the line.” I could marry him.

rice or naan bread, together with some pickle and yogurt.