Ghosts

I've written before of my dislike of Lytham St. Anne's. The sudden loss of Uncle T last year only reinforced that.
But whilst Aunt C lives there it's a price I have to pay to spend time with her.
Fortunately letting à puppy chase à ball till even she was (albeit briefly) exhausted, a great lunch and warm conversation all made it a bit nicer than bearable.
That's a win.