Turns out the Elsie had been pottering about when the grass cutter turned up and she had lost her Cancer Research brooch.
They notice that I am a bit stiff, so I tell them about the coach journey back from Brum when Elsie pipes up that she has something for me and nips inside. She returns with a small bottle:
"What's that?" I ask.
"Chilli oil." she replies
"It's to give yourself a good rub down with, free you up a bit." says he.









