Manor

We’re back home from my Dad’s. The M25 wasn’t particularly kind, so bit of a long one. Stopped to let Bert have a pit stop too.

Overall he was such a good boy at my Dad’s. He ‘bought’ him a mug to say thank you. It said ‘The Grand Father’.

He can now tick going to Grandad’s off his list. I think he enjoyed it. I’m sure he’ll be back.

I’m glad I was able to stay so that I was there on Father’s Day too. I don’t see my Dad that often, so it was lovely the way it worked out.

Think Bert’s happy to be home though. Back on his manor. He’s snoring rather loudly. Think I’ll be joining him soon…

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