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I frequently find myself responding to my elderly and infirm mum’s requests to “pop down” (she’s literally downstairs) to do some mystery fixing by asking “What’s the problem?” or “to do what, exactly?”. Either she texts back ten minutes later to say she’s sorted it herself, or we spend an hour back and forth debating the pros and cons of just telling me what it is she wants before I stop whatever it is I’m doing and come down. (And yes, it would be quicker and easier just to pop down, which most days I do at least once anyway.) /Rant-back-at-yer.