Ma Pants has reached that time of life when she doesn’t mind being referred to as ‘marvellous’. Recent observations have led me to believe that there is a hierarchy of ‘marvellousness’, seemingly calculated by multiplying one’s age by one’s ability to tango until dawn. Ma P has a close friend, Ms E, who is eighty-six and still playing club tennis. Ms E has no doubt attained the dizzy heights of ‘bloody marvellous’, so elevated is she on the marvellousness scale. When they’re not training for the marvellous Olympics, Ma P and Ms E like nothing better than to adorn themselves with suitable finery and take themselves off to the theatre. In this venture they are almost always accompanied by Mr R and Mr N, sprightly septuagenarian intimates of Dorothy.