Danger

Café view.

I had a hospital run to Dorchester first thing this morning, a very entertaining gentleman of 83, with his wife in the back of my car, covering all manner of subjects.  And one of those was his grandmother, who died twenty years ago at the age of 101, whose surname was the same as Mrs B's – possibly a great great aunt of Mrs B's.  The old lady had lived in the street next to Mrs B's grandfather, a remarkable coincidence.  While the customer was in the eye clinic, I wandered to a car park which had this café for a mug of tea and a bacon sandwich.

And in other news, my demented brother has put my home address on FB, and given a warning on FB to King Charles that his brother is mentally unstable and might wander along to a F16 base somewhere in England (there isn't one) and take an aircraft to do damage to Buck House.  It's difficult to know what to do, except to try to get him barred from that site . . .