Today, I seem to have caught her in the mood to talk about scones. “I was thinking about making some lovely scones with tea with my friends, you know, the ones with currants. They always love them. Such a lovely tradition,” she tells me, reminded of the story because I have asked her for her date of birth and — as far as I can tell — she had scones at her last birthday.
I am temporarily thrown, not quite sure how to respond, and start babbling about some suspicious transactions made on her credit card in Dubai. “Oh goodness! Dubai you say. That’s quite far from Malmesbury,” trills Daisy.