“When I hear my daughter earnestly explaining oral sex to Aunty Edith – presumably unasked – I decide to see if I am able to tolerate gin again. Sometimes I think we should have Connie tested for Aspergers, but I’m not sure I’d really want to know the result.”
Five minutes after reading this paragraph, I managed to stop laughing and carry on reading. Well, for another two pages at least, until the next belly laugh. And so it went on.