My daughter's downstairs lavatory is blocked. Her husband, useless in every respect except impregnating females, called here to discuss the problem, so I gave him a set of drain rods and some basic instruction. I have now received an email as follows: Dad, would you like to come down on Sunday afternoon? It's your birthday soon so I thought we'd have a little party, starting at 5. But come just after lunch. It's only just us and you and mum so don't dress up. xxxxxxx PS Thanks for mending the gate and the upstairs lights
Bill