I dropped in on The Parents yesterday. What a mistake!
I found half the back garden dug up and The Father was shovelling gravel into the cement mixer.
Oh gods, no. Not again!
Before I could make a hasty escape, The Father saw me.
"Ah, Son-Who-I-May-Yet-Turn-Straight-By-Means-Of-Excruciating-Manual-Labour" he said in greeting.
"Sighhhhh..." I replied. "Hello, The Father."
"You're off work next week, aren't you?" Without waiting for me to answer, he went on: "Can you come down on Thursday to help your Mother and me lay the concrete for the new patio?" The Mother just looked skywards in resignation from her position near the crocosmia.
"Ummm... Actually-" I started to say.
"And, of course, you'll come with us on Wednesday to see your sister Indescribable, won't you." It wasn't a question.