Ben is a lovely dog, but he isn’t trained to my standards, and be assured that my standards are low. Come when you’re called in your own time, don’t pull hard on the lead, don’t steal food, and know the boundaries of our land and don’t go beyond them unless it’s just too tempting. Don’t be aggressive towards children, don’t chase chickens, recognise I’m the boss when things get edgy. Oh, okay, not that low … the thing is, within that, do whatever you like – I’m talking about a dog here, a friend or a husband or whatevs, there’s no question of boss. There, you’re right until the moment I say I am right. Then I’m right. But a dog can do anything within those parameters, but if he steps outside I’ll be quite annoyed.
I didn’t ever say, but at the last Nadfas outing to the Manet exhibition, Angie, Sue and I – the three last chairmen – were together and talked about the collective term. I said an assertion of chairmen. Angie said a delegation. Heh. If you talked to us, you might put it the other way round. But evidently not.