Tony, it’s Mum. I’m here!
Great. Remember to drop a pin.
Doing it now…
I don’t see it, are you sure?
Yes. I’m late because I bought some specially. Shall I do it again?
You’re not late, just less ridiculously early. And you didn’t do it yet or I’d see it.
See it? I can barely see it and I’m standing here. It’s lost in the grass. Hang on, I’ll do it again.
Mum. Are you dropping actual pins on the ground? Whereabouts are you?
By the “Garden Path”.
Great. You can lead me up it when I get there.
(This story bears no relation to any actual persons, living or dead!)