It's only week three with my girlfriend Nigel, but already my Nana has ideas of her own
My Nana is asking me The Questions. Not just some questions, but the ones that warrant capitals. I am sitting at her bedside in the home in south London where she now lives, and she is putting me through a good-natured little quiz designed to make me feel as if I have already wasted my life. She has asked me the same questions every time I've visited for the last year.
