My mate Reg popped in yesterday suggesting we, that's mother, himself and I toootle orf to check out the charity shops in Hockley.
"Ooooh yep and cor alright"
So off we went in his 50YEAR OLD red and white Triumph Herald, how it roared along the rocky Ashingdon Heights till eventually coming to a perfectly parked standstill behind the Co-Op.

Mother was pushed up and over kerbs her little bod absorbing the shocks gladly, she was delighted to be OUT! Spending dad's money.
And so after a thorough spending, Reg slipped in a small surprise...
After strapping mother in and stuffing me on the back seat with all the carrier bags he burned that motor till it could burn no more...Eventually ending up in some squirrel infested Woods.....

It was at this time I realised that not only does Reg have enormous intellect and shoulders he's also altruistic.

Read on.....

As mother sat in her wheelchair in the muddy car park Reg pulled out a box of chocolate doughnuts, smart blue gas burner, red chipped tin kettle and two flowery picnic chairs and proceeded in a military yet homespun fashion to make a nice pot of tea.

We, that's mother and I, were extremely chuffed by the actions of this very nice man, who, by the way, is totally unaware of anything other than service to others.

The tea tasted sweet even though it was sugarless.