St David's Day

One of my favourite members is moving into a care home on Monday. He knows he's going but he doesn't know it's next week. He doesn't want to go but there is no other choice anymore. So a sad day.

This evening I should be making a birthday cake for Arthur's party tomorrow but there is no sugar in my baking box! Clive and Mark are in the pub so I have asked them to come home via the Spar otherwise I shall have to get a move on in the morning.

I've struggled to stay awake beyond 9pm this week and I can feel another early night is very likely.