Thank you all, you lovely, lovely people.
Had a nice day with my ol' Mum in Christchurch, Dorset. She's lovely. 80 years old & a damn sight fitter & livelier than I am. Cooks a mean steak dinner too.
Tomorrow I'm hopping on a train & treating myself to a day out in London. Nothing planned, just mooching about, wherever the mood takes me.
I don't usually do the selfie thing, (sadly, I didn't inherit the photogenic gene), but here's me this afternoon, taking a somewhat bracing walk up St Katherine's hill, near my Mum's place. Do I really have to be 55? Can I be 20 again please.
