Today we go off to my mother's seaside home for lunch. Arrangements having been confirmed (see yesterday's blog,)we duly arrived, armed with the dessert, viz a very pleasant apple crumble from the hand of my wife. My mum seemed tired, almost sleep deprived somehow, but she managed to put on a brave show.
After a very serviceable lunch we walked for a couple of miles along the beach, in bright sunshine, but with a chilly north-westerly breeze. My father-in-law, whatever his mental faculties may be failing him, certainly kept up with our normal walking pace with apparent ease. Later he fell asleep whilst still holding his cup of tea and I was only just able to rescue it before it fell from his nerveless fingers. As it was some did fall right into his lap, giving him the appearance of having wet himself.
Tonight we'll watch the Doctor Who from yesterday which we completely forgot about. Maybe it's a sign. I'm worried anyway: they say the new bloke (producer, that is) hasn't got what Russell T Davies had. But we'll give it a try.
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