Holding the Tools

One of the useful things about having your parents to visit is that they pick up on all those little bits of DIY that you haven't quite got around to doing yet, and encourage/cajole you to "get on with it".

So we bought a new lock for the front door while in St Andrews (it has only been on my 'things to do list' for, oh, about 12 months or so). When we got home Dad of course had to fit it.

Which put me back in my traditional role of the one who holds the tools.

In recent years I have largely managed to pass this responsibility on to Mrs B, but today it was me again, just like when I was 'a youngster'.