I am walking - hobbling - back from the Co-op and E and D are shuffling as a pair up and down the front garden, heads bowed.
Turns out the Elsie had been pottering about when the grass cutter turned up and she had lost her Cancer Research brooch.
They notice that I am a bit stiff, so I tell them about the coach journey back from Brum when Elsie pipes up that she has something for me and nips inside. She returns with a small bottle:
"What's that?" I ask.
"Chilli oil." she replies
"It's to give yourself a good rub down with, free you up a bit." says he.