I got a text just gone 9 this morning.
'Can you keep an eye on the house while we are away? Thanks.'
So I phoned back:
"Where are you?"
"Just going past Skipton."
"OK, when will you be back?"
"Next Friday evening, hopefully..... I left a few beers on your step as a thank you."
"Not so matey. I have been for a paper and didn't trip over any on the way out."
The phone goes quiet and I can hear a mumble conversation in the background...
"Frank? I thought that she had done it and she thought that I had done it. Sorry. I'll make sure that they get seen to......."
I suppose it's the thought that counts.
