I don't suppose being dead will stop him stalking me about old telly, though.

I certainly hope not! He should keep turning up.

92 is a good age, but it's still sad when the good people leave us.

Exactly. It feels like too many terrible people stick around and too many good people leave.

I hope tomorrow improves a little!

Thank you. At least the handyman came promptly to look at the door at ten a.m. [edit] And is now replacing our door!