End of shift

I met up with my parents at 12, when they left after a 2-hour stint staffing the Eng Lit and drama tables on the first day of this year's Christian Aid book sale in St Andrew's and St George's church

Puggled would describe them.

I persuaded them to cross the street and enter the ridiculous opulence of The Dome to recover with a quiet seat and a bowl of soup before walking round to catch the 25 bus home.

https://www.christianaid.org.uk/events/book-sale-george-street