Backwards & Forwards

These balls aren’t ours.
Or our neighbours.
Or our neighbours neighbours.
Or indeed, our neighbours neighbours neighbours.

They’ve been passed backwards and forwards over the fences trying to find who owns them. We have a street party coming up so perhaps the rightful neighbours will get them back.

Elbows went backwards and forwards across the country, including lunch with one son in Warwick and collecting another from Sheffield, with ALL his clobber. An end to an era.

And Dad. Back to hospital. Back to a single room with the door closed. But I saw another lovely nursing care home which gives us options. So forwards we must go.