My father had a pair of voluminous khaki shorts left over from fighting in thw Burma jungle in WW11. Every summer without fail they put in an appearance when he was gardening or doing other 'weekend jobs'. My poor mother tried so hard to wean him off them but he wouldn't part with them. If visitors called when he was at the end of the garden she used to say he was out!
Support and friendship for those whose lives have been affected by estrangement.
Unexpected opportunity to have a few days break next week and would love some recommendations




