Tired Eyes

Alf has had a bit of a rash but in himself he is ok. We had a bit of an unsettled night but last night was the first night without boob at bedtime so considering it was pretty good. We picked up my dad from work at lunchtime and Alf loved chatting away to his Grandad in the car. My Dad is very nearly 66 and is as spritely as many people my age. He was happily up a ladder cutting our hedges no bother and all he expects in return is a sausage butty and a few cups of coffee. We took him to Aldi on the way home and he was proud as punch pushing Alf in the trolley. It was lovely to see to be honest I might have got a bit emotional but I think it is the hormones.