The small man down in the bottom right hand corner of this picture is my Dad and I wish he had flown back to Gatwick with me for a few days - though I can't see that ever happening again. He is happy in his own space, in his own village (where he seems to know absolutely everyone) and even his own kitchen, but that's as it should be and I know how it feels, being back in my own space is good (and I have come back with many plans - even though I only had five hours in bed last night). We had a couple of good walks though and some laughs over the funny stories he has carried through the years. I thought I had heard them all but not so, though the dyslexic cat turned out to be an anorexic dog, and more precisely a miniature Rottweiler (you had to be there and it was funny all the same). The morning is dark and cold here, not even the birds are up and dawn feels a long way off, but that will change by the time I am showered and dressed. Happy Friday, I won't be getting much of a break this weekend but who needs one? I think I will let this music run through breakfast, just let it roll on, its been a short night and it will be a long day, but that's ok - and that could be a line in a song, surely:
