Cricket Mad Dad!

Sunday lunch at the parents, very nice as always, and this was the scene as I arrived. Dad glued to the cricket. Judging by the score when I left I doubt he'll be as happy later on unless they pull something out of the bag?

In the extra, mum's droopy daffs, which are only a few days old but seem to have taken a premature turn for the worse. Still cheerful though while they last. 

As for me, I'm back home now with my feet up for an afternoon of sitting!