Three Colours White

A call from the home that D's Da is not at all well and so we set off to visit. And to underline how not well, we get another call on the way there. We're shown in, and it's not looking great; it's going to be a tough few days for her. Her sister arrived, as did a tray of care home tea and biscuits.
After, I sloped off, allowing them to chat and keep watch. For I was meeting J&D for a catch up and a spot of lunch. They're desperate to sell up and move to Moffat, but nobody will buy their house. I suppose that's because it's in Glasgow and nobody there has any money, apart from drug barons, and corrupt developers. And quango bosses.
Calvados! Then a meet up with the son and an amble to see the Nathan Coley. Friday night finished up with a double bill of The Affair, and Jools. Some things stay the same at least, just like Christine McVie's hair.