Rose

I caught the train over to see my parents today. They seemed in good spirits. I did a few jobs for them, helped with cooking etc, and sat and had a god natter too!

When I was a kid my Dad rarely cooked, but since my Mum has been unable he has taken over the duties. It would seem he maybe missed his vocation. He doesn't just buy things to heat up, he regularly cooks from scratch, and is pretty experimental, creating his own recipes!

When we went home, I noticed this rose, wet from the rain, by the gate in my folks' front garden.