My Tuesday posts tend to focus on Mum. This is mostly because it’s Mum I’m actively doing stuff with so Dad can have a few hours of (mostly) uninterrupted rest. And partly because Dad reads the blog (hi Dad! 👋🏻) which makes it a bit weird to write about him.

But this week, between shopping, washing, the now regular knicker argument, a coffee shop outing, cooking (turns out my ‘variation on a Cornish pastie’ is liked by both of them!), and a few other bits, I got to do a bit of gardening with Dad.

Dad has always been an amazing gardener. At one point he was a gardener for people who lived in big houses with even bigger gardens. I am not a gardener but I do try. And I don’t Google to find things out, I message Dad, because he usually knows better than Google.

Dad’s breathing is not good at the moment. By the time he’d walked up the garden and cut a few bits of the rose he wanted to rectify he’d probably done enough. So after I finished some rather enthusiastic pruning with Dad’s electric saw (something I am not allowed to use at home after a few shall we say…interesting experiences…) Dad directed and I rectified the rose for him. Between us we did a fair bit. And maybe we’ll get to do a bit more together, because I still have an awful lot to learn 🙂