Oh well. Maybe next year.
Last weekend, I fitted a new burglar alarm for my aged aunt. My dad came along to help run some of the wiring.
Her old alarm was also fitted by me, about 20 years ago and, whilst it still worked OK, it was getting a bit long in the tooth. But the main reason for replacing it, was because she was struggling to reach the panel nowadays.
And so, I replaced it with a nice new one and then added a remote keypad in the hallway, at a level she could reach easily.
She was very pleased and gave me some money for doing the work. Of course, I refused: she’s family.
But she insisted.
And I refused.
This went on for a while before I grudgingly accepted. She’s proud of still being able to pay her own way, I can understand that. “Take it. Treat your dad”, she said.
And so, last night, we went out to our favourite Toby – we love a carvery – taking dad and his partner with us, to have a meal… paid for by my aunt.
The total cost of the meal came to 4 pounds more than she had given me.
I’ll pop round to see her later, to see if she will stump up the rest.