Grave matters.

Went down to Porthcawl this morning, as J wanted a few things from the hobby shop.   When he got there, he was surprised to see the owner's son running the shop, and he informed J that his father had had a mild heart attack just before Christmas. I walked up to the church, and had a walk around the churchyard. It was bitterly cold, but at last, the sun was shining. We called off at Dunelm, on the way home, and bought a pair of curtains for our dining room. J has been pottering out the garage this afternoon, and has just come in complaining he can't feel his feet.It's going to be even colder tomorrow, but sunny, so I'm happy about that.