And another - why does he think I call him grumpy???
We'd watched the footie, I'd finished my dinner (rubbish, packet risotto), so offered to change the channel on the tele.
Didn't work.
Changed battereries, twice, with comments from him, like, make sure you have them the right way
He was on one then, we'll have to chuck away the sky thing, no point in taking it, if we ever move, chunter, chunter
He went into the lounge and realised why I couldn't change the channel - he had it on a completely different box - which had to be changed, before sky could operate.
My fault, apparently, for not realising
So if you ever see this little bum, sticking out of the ground, in Portugal, with a bike parked in the crease, you know why
