Dad

My brother drove my mum and myself up to the cemetery in Chesterfield where my dad is buried with his parents. I wanted to plant some primroses and foxgloves but the ground was too hard, so I need to organise a small raised bed.

As if that wasn't disappointing enough, we tried to have lunch in Bakewell, but it was heaving with people. We didn't even get parked as we would have had such a long walk to the town we wouldn't have had time for lunch! Instead, we drove on to Ashbourne where we ate in a small café above an art gallery. It annoys me when the art isn't a patch on Sav's work and yet is for sale for more than twice as much!

Just got back to make it to work on time!