Skiddaw's got his hat on.

S-in-Law's birthday. Quick dash over with the present and a few pounds of plums, worn out pestering a pair of sprogs in very much the same way as their Mam got pestered 30(ish) years ago.
Return journey with a similar weight of brambles.

"At the end of the day" (Don't you just hate that expression when the user means "At some unspecified future time") this was, probably, the best of a mottley crew.

Just spotted the cyclical nature of things.