It lives and it is back. Father is back home after being in hospital for over two months with pneumonia, from which he almost popped his clogs. No putting an ex-pub landlord down. I just now need to have my own little bet to find out when he gravitates to the pub.
Soon to head off for Leeds after I check the old fart is okay. Now bearing in mind the weather I cross my fingers that the M62 is behaving itself. There is still snow knocking around in Macclesfield, but there does not seem to have been any further snow and it is more a question of wrapping up against the cold, and turning that car heater onto full toast blast.
