@Speicher, could you look for my camera? I thought I took it to Mum's but then couldn't find it, and it's not obviously anywh...
Scrub that. It's behind a cushion on the sofa. Sorry, you'll have to find something else to look for....
Well, we're back in Manchester, all the laundry is on and tumbledrying, I'm online and NT is browsing the new Axminster catalogue that came while we were away.
This morning over brunch, Mum mentioned that the little decorative clock I bought her years ago had stopped working a while back, and the lady in the battery shop had said it wasn't the battery. She only mentioned so I didn't think she'd not bothered to change the battery.
"oh," sez I, "we'll have a look...."
Much protestation followed, she never meant us to fix it, we wanted to get on, oh please don't bother, she wouldn't have mentioned it... By which time, I'd been upstairs and brought it down. NT noted the symptom (second hand twitching as if trying to move but sticking), carefully disassembled it as much as possible, couldn't find a cause. But he said he knows it's possible to get those clock units separately in craft shops etc, so perhaps we could track one down and replace it. Well, that would be very kind, but please don't go to any trouble.
No trouble, we said, as we put the old clock unit back into the pretty case.
And found it was suddenly working fine.
NT has now, I think, been elevated from mere "amazingly handy person" to "miracle worker"!
(And we've looked in the catalogue and found the exact clock we'd need, if it does go wrong again).