“You sound as though you’ve had a good night’s sleep,” I said to the Old Man.
“Not too bad,” he replied.
An old variant: “Simlastatin.”
When I signed off for the evening, the Old Man asked me what day the next day was. Then he said he wouldn’t be going to the lunch club on Thursday, because of all the people who were “ghosting” [sic] in the house while he was out. He regretted having given a spare key to Mr & Mrs CJ.
[Original posting 18 May 2011]