Chipping in

I OVERHEARD two lads talking this morning. One said to the other: “I want chips tonight.” The other must have mumbled a response, because the first added: “No, real chips. I mean OVEN chips, not them things they make frae tatties.”

Well done McCain’s, I suppose, but I am of an age when I am much closer to the exit door than life’s way in, and I do sometimes wonder, with examples like this, whether I am about to leave the world in safe hands.

DAVID FIDDIMORE

Calton Road

Edinburgh