Love

My dad is eighty-six today and, along with one of my brothers, we went to see my Mum in the care home.

My mother generally recognises us but can't always remember who we are. Today was lovely as she was happy and chatty the whole time we were there.

Later, three quarters of the siblings got together with dad for a Chinese take away, so it's been a good birthday for him.

I have to blip and run as I'm driving home tonight, as soon as the rush hour traffic dies down a bit, though in this foul weather it will probably be a while.