Father's Day

This is so typical of my darling Daddy - he can't sit still even on Father's Day, despite coming up to his 90th birthday in early October. After cutting back some of the overgown greenery, he got the garden blower out and cleared up all the bits off the lawn and patio.

Thank you to everybody who sent good wishes for Mum, who had a Ménière's attack yesterday afternoon and suffered badly with vertigo and nausea. She's improved today and even managed to come out for a carvery lunch, although she still feels very weak.

It's nearly time to pack up and drive back to the Chilterns now - I hate this part of a weekend stay with Mum and Dad, and having to say goodbye. Love them both to bits.