Dad turned sixty five today. His birthday was odd. A nice man called Dennis, who has dementia, came to visit Dad this afternoon. He gifted Dad with a photograph of his dead wife. He'd wrapped the photograph in a clinical remains bag.
I thought that ' Transformers' was excellent. It gave me a migraine, but I loved it all the same. All Two hours and twenty four minutes of it.
When I was originally lent a copy of ' Million Dollar Baby' I must admit I wasn't sure that I'd actually watch it. The voice in my head was…
Life moves on, life stays the same. At least the tea remains good.