I’m back in the car heading northwards. DH driving, dad is listening to his talking book, mum has fallen asleep beside me in the back so finally, finally, I’m getting some MN-ing. I think mum and dad have had a nice week, and it’s been lovely to have them. Dad was a bit tearful when we left the house. He ALWAYS tells me now when we leave how much he loves me, which in turn makes me tearful. I’ve never doubted my dad loves me, but he was never one to say it, but I get the feeling now he doesn’t want to risk leaving it unsaid. I know getting old is better than the alternative, but seeing them get just a little more frail every time is crap. On the positive side, dad has decided he is going to reglaze our garage windows next time, and I had to almost physical restrain him from going onto our garage roof to cut back the neighbour’s bloody leylandi, and mum is systematically covering every bed in our house with the most amazing handmade quilts, so I took her shopping for more fabric. Each quilt takes her 3-4 months so she says she likes to have at least 4 in the pipeline :)
I have had a shopping-free week, not needing/wanting anything from the new collection 
, although I may yet have the chambray chinos. I’ve lived all week in denim shorts and tee shirts and realised these are really the sort of retirement/camper van clothes I need, at least for summer.
Going to scroll back and look at all your lovely photos now :)