"Always a pleasure seeing you, sweetie." She coos, batting her eyelashes at him furiously. "My, you're looking mighty fine!"
He shifts awkwardly from one heavily-booted foot to the other, and dips his head bashfully. "Um, thanks. Thank you."
"D'you need a hand, fella?" My dad calls down, before Jane can harass him further.
Even from where I'm standing two floors above, I hear him sigh with relief. "Only if it's not too much trouble, Alan. I think the engine has seized up. It conked out on me at Belsize Park....I've had to push the b****y thing all the way up Haverstock Hill."
My dad hums sympathetically, before making his way back inside to fetch his extensive set of tools, the likes of which he keeps solely for moments such as this.
Ask him to put up a shelf or fix a door hinge and h
