Dad

Meet my Dad.

We take my parents shopping each week (for those that didn't know) and my mother always insists on Dad being dressed ready for us.

Why I have no idea because we are never in a hurry - there is nothing to hurry for in their lives these days.

This is what I was greeted with today.........the poor chap was sound asleep.

I think that the week he had at Cameron House Hotel with my sister has caught up with him.

The trip down to Dunbar later in the afternoonwas not the usual easy run down the A1........a lorry had overturned at Sheriffhall roundabout (a major bottleneck at the best of times) so we took off cross country and saw bits of the country we had never seen before. It was fun.