Football's coming home

This is a fairly desperate photo but after a long afternoon at the hosp. At about 4.30 C and L marched in from J's residential home to do an assessment and get the poor man out of the stroke ward. It was a thing of wonder.

John wasn't so sure but with reassurance and me going back in tomorrow (with clothes) it looks like he might be home to his home from home tomorrow.

Tonight I again had to weave by the stacked lorries of Dover port down dark 'empty quarter' lanes to avoid the bottlenecks and deadtime.

He still can't get over that Chelsea defeat of Arsenal. Care for your friends and curse your enemies and you'll get home yet.