Welcome Home Dad!

Went to Portsmouth and back today to take Julia back to her camp. She's had Pneumonia so quite poorly but she's picked up a bit and she had an appointment this afternoon. The Medical Officer put her on light duties for a while, NO, she doesn't have to change all the light bulbs on the camp!

The boys, furry variety, went mad when I got back as usual. They calmed down a bit by the time I grabbed the camera but were still waiting for a bit of a fuss and to say 'Hello Dad' properly.

Dogs always give you a good welcome home. I remember I used to live in a house in Churchdown, Gloucester, with a couple of mates when I was in the RAF. One of them had a Labrador called 'Rusty'. I left to go to Malta in Sept 1972 and returned in February 1974. When I walked through the door Rusty just went mad and jumped up at me and ran around the house and jumped up again, tail knocking everything all over the place!