Never Forgotten

It's been eight years this week since Mrs T's father died. It was all too sudden and I for one wish I had more time to get to know him.

When Mrs T and GG were up tending his grave this week the little conifer that we planted a few years ago was not so little any more and was in danger of taking over the whole site.

So today after getting on with some of the decorating we filled the boot of the car with tools and set about getting the tree out of the ground.

Mission accomplished and things look a lot tidier now.