As usual Mrs. Mills of The Times handles the most difficult problems with remarkable ease.
My new and very attractive girlfriend serves me my evening meal on a tray when we are watching television. The combined effect of the pressure of the tray and her presence results in a commotion in the trouser department. I am concerned that I may tip the tray over in the middle of Doctor Who. Can you help?Doctor Who? At suppertime?
You could try a heavier tray, but your lives and digestions would be much improved by experimenting with new positions. The dining table is a big hit with Mr Mills and me — I find it is much better for my back, and Mr Mills doesn’t get cramping in his thighs.