Out with the hover.

Popped down and saw the parents today, bringing them a big slab of bread pud to go with a cup of tea they were invariably going to make. In exchange for the cuppa, cut the grass, was still a bit damp, but cut ok. Back indoors for a chat, discussing Dad's false teeth and trying to establish if he could remember where he put them. Mum looked as radiant as ever. Eventually home, just in time to see the door man arrive to fix the front door , which had dropped a little. Then relaxed. Beans on toast tonight.