Apart from the all year shorts and all that skidding on the gravel drive we seem to get on well, but now... I think he's trying to train me to NOT buy stuff on line. He does this:- he creeps up to my door and without knocking or ringing the bell he leaves one of those red slips showing I was not home when he called. So I have to drive to the, not so local, parcel depot at certain restricted access times, to collect my stuff.