Bulbs

Took the day off as I had a "panel" meeting about an application for extra care funding for my Dad: I knew it wouldn't be a pleasant experience, and it wasn't. The "budget holder" trying to minimise his needs, the experts on Dad's "side" arguing how extreme his needs are. I don't hold out much hope for funding but cross fingers and toes.

On the way home, I popped in to the garden centre to buy some stuff for the tubs. The bulbs on special offer reminded me that I need a bit of a purge in the garden. I always remember planting bulbs in pots with my Dad as a child, and the excitement of watching the tips come through, and especially having hyacinths growing in pots to give grandparents at Christmas. The full Christmas range of stuff was out with a cute display of reindeer in a old Beetle, cute but bizarre.

Daughter arrived home from uni for a few days, though sadly unwell! Lovely to have her home, and she enjoys some home comforts after the rigours of student digs.