Work and then the afternoon spent at Dad's house sorting, tidying and mowing the lawns. Except it started to rain mid lawn mowing, so I had to carry on in the rain, as Keith has organised estate agents to visit this week.
Some things I just can't face doing anything with, like all the letters that his friends wrote to him, that he kept in his bedside drawer for the last few months. I just rubber banded them, (post office issue rubber bands that he collected on his walks if the postman dropped them!)
Postman used to have smart uniforms, but I suppose the shorts of today are more practical.