Mum described the scene as ‘bedlam’ shortly after we arrived. I’m guessing this was because of Bernard being his usual manic self while I was sitting peacefully and quietly.
As you can see Dad’s in fine health. Here’s another shot of him hiding behind my dinner:
Bernard screamed manically about beetroot being ‘The King’s Tuber’. I sagely, peacefully and quietly agreed…
So, going back a bit, yesterday we came up to Newcastle. Mum and dad were of course glad to see us…. and then we left again to go shopping! This included a delicious lunch:
Oh, and here’s Bernard playing SFL’s favourite poker machine:
Here’s a giant spider on mum and dads window:
In the evening we entertained aunts and uncles…
Before I retired in my hotel room for the next 10 days:
