Doctor Killjoy told Dad to abstain from cake…my father’s response was to abscond. The last time he visited the Doctor’s surgery was fifteen years ago.
He still eats pretty much whatever he wants, (nothing challenges his digestion) runs for miles each week and has not been ill since I was about fourteen. Not bad for a man who is over seventy.
Tomorrow, we are heading out for a stroll through the woods to soak up the last images of verdant foliage before summer fades into our memories vowing to return in 2019. And I have made a treat for him…Goldfinch loved it, Milly and her husband loved it…hoping Dadda will love it too.