Water palaver....

Those of you who've known me for a while, understand that Doris is my much loved, surrogate Pa.

Whenever I need someone to listen to me ranting, ignore me ranting, change a plug, tell me I'm pathetic for being confused by plugs, lend me a cute grandchild...etc etc, I run to him.

This morning, when Mrs Doris was out, he managed to scald his leg with boiling water, and phoned me, in some distress, to see if I could help....

Normally, it takes me exactly nine and a half minutes to walk to the House of Doris. Today, I ran it in under four....

As you can see, the restorative power of beer is now kicking in....