Awful news on the tv. It seemed to go up so fast.
MrsC and her sister are taking their dad to the supermarket this morning. MrsC and dad had a bit of a spat yesterday; he had run ouf of milk / it had gone off and when MrsC rang him up he launched into her about it like it was her fault (she'd only seen him the previous day and he'd said nothing about it). An hour later he rang back and said where was his milk, he hadn't had a drink of tea all day, etc etc. In the end I took him some milk, I think MrsC would have chucked it at his head.
They are taking him to Scarborough next week for a holiday and MrsC has already said she feels like pushing him off a cliif.
That apart my son in law has shingles but is still going to a funeral as a coffin bearer so MrsC has volunteered me to go up and look after their cockerpoo puppy, adored and called Dobby by everybody else and called The Ginger Rat by me, because he's into everything.
Anyhow I hope everyone has a lovely day!