From one bedroom to another

James and Martin set off this morning on the long journey to Durham, and I've heard that Martin dropped our eldest off successfully and has turned round and is on his way home.

My Mum has also today been dropped off at a care home to give my Dad a respite break for three days.  The arrangements for this have been an horrendous experience, involving no less than 7 professionals even on Friday afternoon, when it was nearly cancelled.

My poor Dad is feeling emotionally drained and looking at James's empty bedroom make me feel very morose.

I'm hoping the Linton Jazz rehearsal tonight will cheer me up.