My exotic mother Loula is visiting me this weekend. Her motto in lifeimage is to “live and love your life away”. Yet every time I speak to her on the phone, her last words are: “I must go and wash the kitchen floor”. She seems obsessed with washing her kitchen floor!

But this weekend she can leave her mop behind and have some fun with me. It starts tonight with a 25th wedding anniversary party given by a couple of arty friends. It was Chris’s second wedding and her two sisters apparently turned up at the register office carrying banners pleading with Chris not to tie the knot again.

They warned her that while she might sink into his arms to start with, she would later be up to her arms in the sink. Thankfully, she ignored them and they have two lovely kids. Perhaps I should have bought her a pair of rubber gloves as a present.

Tomorrow we head off to Wembley Arena for the Strictly Come Dancing tour, a Christmas present from me to my mum. My mother really loves this show and I have a couple of recorded episodes on tape. I play them whenever she feels low because she misses dad who died five years ago and she always says exactly the same thing at the same time, eg: “He is fantastic, he is God’s gift, she is a bitch, I love her dress, you can’t beat Russian dancers, he has no sex appeal.” I think you get the drift.

If she gets the urge to wash my kitchen floor, I shall just play her favourite Strictly tape and she will soon be in another world….