Friday

Ten years ago today, my Dad died. My hand was on his chest and I felt his heart stop. It was a remarkable experience and a privilege to be with him at that moment.

The collage shows his last London marathon. Just before his 81st birthday. Although he'd run previous marathons in as little as 3 hours and 20 minutes, this one took an eternity! I told him I could have walked it faster.

Drama this morning when two of the JR puppies next door escaped.

They got onto the dual carriageway and caused chaos. Poor Andy was in a right Tiswas. Debbie is at work and none the wiser.

Someone stopped and caught Dylan. Bean, however, sort cover under an artic lorry. The traffic came to a standstill and the police turned up. 

All is well again now.