this is be cool 8) sosmarthealth.co.uk On a Saturday these days, Imelda and I will get up reasonably early, though I’m fonder than she is of a little lie-in. We might have tea or coffee in bed and read the newspapers, and on a perfect day we’d be in the garden all morning. We’re not obsessive gardeners, just potterers, which means things are a bit haphazard but we don’t mind that. I knew I was officially middle-aged when Imelda bought me a greenhouse for my birthday and I was pleased. That’s it, I thought, the wild days are over.