I HAVE just really enjoyed a cup of coffee, made with milk and sweetened with not one, but two, teaspoonfuls of sugar.

Oh yes, I do know that all that sugar is not good for you but every so often I am weak-willed and can’t resist, and while drinking it I pacify myself by saying ‘Margo, you do know it’s not good for you’ to which I answer ‘Yes! I do, but occasionally it’s good for my get-up-and-go’.

The list of things that are not good for you is endless and boring and it’s unfortunate, but the modern way of life encourages us to be idle.

I mean, you don’t even have to get out of your chair to switch on the TV or change channels.

You can just sit there, with your goodies and phone close by on the coffee table and the remote control to hand.

And should you be blessed with a willing partner, you need not even get up to make the evening drink.

Now that’s what I call bliss.

On Sunday, we all set off on the rather long run up to Teeside to attend the christening of baby Jessica Louise, one of Bill’s many great grandchildren, and as I sat there, sipping tea at the party, I thought it’s rather fascinating — a boy asks a girl for a dance, and many years later he’s not only knee-deep in his own offspring, but surrounded by their offspring as well.

We all had a lovely time.

Families are important. Yes, we might get annoyed or nag and wish, at that moment, that they were somewhere else, but when push comes to shove, they are the ones we want by our side.

See, I’m getting all sentimental again; must be that christening.

We chatted about the National Health Service and all agreed we in Britain must be proud that we look after our people in sickness and in health.

When I was little, my dad even had to pay for me to have my tonsils and adenoids out.