How many more years...?

More fabulous weather! Though a bit of the morning was spent indoors getting ready for the visitor. Then it was off to assist the daughter picking up minky after her first day at school: the assistance being necessary as small boy had become insanely jealous and uncooperative. As soon as she was out the class she wanted to sit in the shade, calm her tattered and stressed nerves, and have something to eat…. school dinners may not come up to the benchmark set by Grandad’s prawny omelette.
Later, and after the arrival of F, I headed off to the Diggers, which was exceptionally warm. No Rog – he’s off celebrating his impending 70th with all his family. We debate what to get him – he’s not much of spirit drinker – and Phil hits on the idea of a prog rock vinyl box set as that’s his bag. This is a fine idea but we may need to visit him to idly peruse his collection and see what gaps he has. I wonder if he has any John Denver? That'd do.