A card and gift for Grandad from Amy and Thomas.
Rhubarb cordial. It's a little sweeter than the mixed berry one but that could be because Jamie Oliver has obviously never heard of the evils of sugar. I've just got to get the cordial and water ratio fine tuned as it's a bit hit and miss at the moment. Another lovely colour though.
The patio doors have been open all day and I've been watching a robin and butterfly flitting in and out of the garden. I couldn't get a photo of them so I went all artistic and took a 'through the flower leaves' shot of my candles - as one does when creatures needed for a blog post won't stay still!
We went to visit Tom in hospital this afternoon and were told he was being moved to the home we chose for him.
At 7.30pm we received the phone call that he was on his way there and Mark went up to meet him and make sure he got settled in.
We'd been up to his house earlier on to clear the fridge, sort the post and make sure everything was alright. I found it quite poignant really; the fact that he won't be coming home again, that we won't see him sat in his chair when we pass in the car, that he won't drop in to Number 38 again unannounced for a 'quick' brew then stay for hours, and that there will be no more of us 'just popping up the road to see Mum and Dad or Grandma and Grandad'.
They've lived in their house for 40 years and we've lived here for 18 years and nobody living there anymore will seem very strange indeed.