Cahoots

LOS and his wife have always been the Sunshines, largely because years ago in the early days I found that she was a person who seemed to bring the Sunshine with her.

Daughter and her Chap are the Hobbits. If you see a round door in a hillside, knock on the door. It may well be opened by a redhead with a flute.

But I didn't know what to call LYS and the Lassie. Nothing sprung to mind. We saw them the other day - we took a few days in Yorkshire, went to see them in their tiny, happy little house and watched the wedding DVD. Before that, I'd been looking at the pictures again. As usual, I looked at those two together and thought 'those two are in cahoots'.

Are you familiar with that expression? To be in 'cahoots' is to be fellow conspirators, or the sharers of a secret or a private joke. Those two always look as if they're sharing a secret joke.

So they have a name now. They are the Cahooties. 'Have you met my son and his wife, the Cahooties?' 'Mr and Mrs Cahoots?'

We went back to our room in the Bar Convent, stayed yesterday morning for a chat with Sister Cecilia, and got home last night to a garden in need of watering. Cecilia, by the way, is one of the most remarkable people I know, and half an hour with her is better than a day at a health spa. She and God are definitely in cahoots.