‘You’ll never guess what,’ said my little sister Debs.
We were having coffee in the little cafe in the park, which wasn’t very adventurous of us because it’s only about 600 yards from her flat.
I stroked my chin and pulled my glasses to the tip of my nose, in an attempt to show that I was thinking very deeply about her question, then took a stab in the dark. ‘Have you been approached to appear in I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here!?’
