Ninety Two

Sunday
Happy birthday to my dad.

Today we took my parents to see Max and Megs new house they moved in before Christmas , my mum had looked through the windows last year when she had an appointment at the hospital and Meg took some photos of the inside and got them put in a book for them.

It was torrential rain going to Carlisle and we stopped at Houghton Hall so my dad could pick some plants for his birthday. When we got to Max’s the rain had stopped and we all had a lovely afternoon, I know it’s not the 17th but when it’s your birthday and your 92 do them hours really make a difference.