At number one son’s

As always, I tidy the house before I leave, I wish I could motivate myself to do that when I’m there, oh well, Jas will keep it clean and tidy while I’m away.
Mark moved the last of his stuff out today, he said all the right things like ‘come for a cuppa soon’ but I doubt I’ll see him unless I bump into him in the street.
Camping seems like a lot of hard work, it’s taken me about a week to gather all the gubbings together. Looks like good weather, and I hope we’ll get up penyfan this time.