Decked

The sister gets in touch - the old gaff may have sold, pending the usual conditions. I do a little squeal and dance round the kitchen. It's allowed on such occasions, I'm sure.
Later a pair of deck chairs arrived with their owner, so we tried them out. Perfect. All I need now is a small brass telescope.
The weather brightened so I got up that slope to do a bit of weeding listening to Jeremy Bowen* and was aware of being watched - the son was at the gate. He's managed to get a new place to stay - so demanded a trip to that fine foods emporium along in Granton proper. I stayed in the car to guard the hub caps.

*virtueSignalling