I went to collect a parcel from the lockers at 7.40, then home for breakfast. The others went to work so I spent a bit more time sorting through my wardrobe. I have another pile for charity and a few more bits to try to sell.
I went to see Jean in the afternoon for a chat. She is still doing well.
On the bus home, a man got on with a huge really smelly dog; the whole bus stank, I felt sorry for the scabby, balding dog who was in desperate need of skincare and a bath.
It would be my Dad’s 98 birthday today. So the whole family bought packets of Maltesers to remember him with.