Knob

The usual late start on a Friday and just as I was about to head out for the shop, Ken bangs on the door. He's got a new TV and can't make any sense of it. Nothing works. No problem. Five minute job. Two hours later and I'm still explaining how to get iPlayer. That's the trouble with giving a fancy-pants smart TV to an old man.

Some small progress in the garage and then the postie brought my new inner tubes so that I could fit the fat knobbly tyres.