Well, (huge sigh of relief) Dad got into the car and went to the care home without any fuss at all. It wasn't until I had to go back to his house for something we had forgotten that he asked when he was going home. My sister explained everything to him again,and he had a little wobble. He went off for lunch and seemed happier when he returned to his room, although he did threaten to spank us all with his walking stick. We left him fairly happy in his new room. I am going to visit him on Sunday. I will be the first visitor! We'll see!!!
To Complain or Not To Complain?
So cross, my poor dried up pots….
Burnham to tell schools in England to adapt teaching to local business needs- what do you think?

and I haven't missed the chocolate at all.
not snow!
with lots of thick yellow custard. 




