welsh hills again

Beautiful morning, coldish but bright and clear.  Builders working on the roof. Today is a bit of timetabled day!  Having already done the usual morning round of laundry, chickens, washing up it looks like this: 10.00am Take cottage guest to station 10.40 - 12.15ish  Drive to Manchester to have lunch with parents who are up visiting a friend. 12.30 - 2.20  Lunch, chat. 2.20 - 3.00 Drive my mother to the hospital so we can both visit my father in law who has been having a rather bumpy time of it. 3.00 - 4.00 Visit! 4.00 - 4.45 Take my mother back to her friend's house. 4.45 - 5.30 Drive to daughter in law's house to lend her my sewing machine and say hello to older grandson. 6.00 - 7.30 Drive home All this driving is not doing much for my carbon footprint.  Maybe I'll plant a tree! Actually went back to hospital for the first hour of visiting in the evening to keep him company until our older son arrived for a visit, so back about 9.00 pm....

You may take for granted the daily round of hospital visiting, father in law's cheerful stoicism in the face of all that has been thrown at him, Ian's determination to do the best for him, the endless not knowing about what comes next. But life goes on too, oddly enough, and in other news.... Scaffolding has gone up in readiness for the roofing job on the house.  The house looks strange in its metal exo-skeleton and I must admit to being a bit daunted by the idea of no roof and no roof in November at that.  It's a good job we have a great builder or the phrase "a bit daunted" would be an understatement rather than the truth! A ginger cat turned up on Sunday and is doing a lot of sitting determinedly on the step.  I've had this before when we lived in cities.   I never used to feed a passing cat in order not to encourage it to leave home but it's hard to know where this one has come from.  Our only near neighbours are at the farm and they say it isn...