Whilst my father was in hospital for his first stay this year -I thought that it would be a nice gesture to prune my neighbour's horrendously overgrown roses as promised .
A lovely sunny morning - pruning them was a massive job .
I cleared away all the prunings filling my garden bin to capacity and with aching hands admired my efforts .
A bath later and off to the hospital - I thought how pleased she'd be .
That was over a fortnight ago .
There has been no phone call ,no note and no thank you .
When will this wind ever stop?!
Recommendations please, for a stopover on the way to Loch Tay
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic