Just got a couple of light fittings to take down for my parents, although payment will be in the form of a Sunday dinner cooked by my mum.
Reminds me of a similar family tale....just different generations.
I got a call out of the blue from my son. Aged 32. He rarely calls and more often than not it's to take the ---- out of my decrepitude.....ok, onward.
"How would you like to come and have Sunday lunch with us?"
This was on a Thursday. On my office phone.
"That would be nice. Hang on. I'll just ask she who must be obeyed."
The she in question is just a couple of offices down the corridor, within shouting, or maybe bellowing distance.....
"Get your butt in here woman!"
Well, maybe not quite those words you understand or I wouldn't be alive to tell the tale........
"We've been invited to dinner by the wee boy."
After she picked herself up off the floor.....
"Delighted. When?
I asked.
"How about this Sunday?"
A bit short notice. But, of course, we accepted.
""Excellent. We'll be there."
"By the way dad, do you know anything about light dimmers?"
"Maybe."
Well, he knows perfectly well what my day job is.
OK. I (Mrs B) ordered up new parts - next day delivery.
Went. Did the job.
And were rewarded with a very, very nice lunch.
Irish stew. His Missus is Irish.
OK. Maybe that doesn't sound too exotic but.....
It was seasoned fillet steak and a gravy to die for.
Not a bad reward for less than ten minutes work to replace a dimmer switch.