Dad was 88 last Thursday. The plan was to go out for a meal with him, but thanks to a bad back he didn’t feel up to sitting still in a restaurant for an evening, and so we (well, Chantal) took pots, pans, cutlery and ingredients to his house, and cooked him a meal. Afterwards one of his friends joined us, and we opened cards and presents and watched a DVD together. Quite a relaxing evening – well mayby not so much for Chantal.
The flowers were from Ros, in Yorkshire.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
