This Tuesday included 30mph on the M23, Tesco, prescriptions, road closures, spaghetti bolognese cooking, and steam cleaning of floors.

(It also contained a bit of sulking, shouting and crying and  – possibly surprisingly – I wasn’t responsible for any of them).

But best of all, it also included a visit from two of Mum and Dads oldest friends, who many years ago, I adopted as my friends too.

Dad can’t do much chatting anymore because it makes him too breathless at the time and for a fair while afterwards and Mum sometimes gets a bit panicky when she has to talk to people now because of losing words, so I got to do lots of chatting with these very lovely people who I’d not seen in over a year.  It was very lovely indeed.

When Mum and Dad visit them, I’d been told they always get cake with their coffee.  My kitchen is currently non existent (that’s a blog post for another time) so, as I couldn’t bake, I bought a few treats in Tesco.  But it turned out I didn’t need to.  Dad had – for the first time in a very long time – baked a fruitcake for the occasion.  I was more than a little impressed.  And that was also very lovely indeed.

So for once, rather than Tuesday TV, here is Dad taking centre stage with the delicious cake: