In his basket

On our bed. Dave hardly ever sleeps in his own basket. I'd put them up while I vacuumed the carpet. Dave looks lost in thought resting his chin on the edge.

Domestic drudgery goddess day sorting through Martin's clothes. That man has a far more extensive wardrobe than I do! He's travelling to Devon tomorrow for a family funeral. I'm staying home as I have commitments.

He's taking his Dad's photo albums as we have no idea who most of the people are in the pictures. Hopefully they will be of interest to someone in the family.