Back home...

...in time for the final of The Great British Bake Off!

Took the bus to Saltford to have lunch with Dad and spend two hours trying, and failing, to track down Dad’s missing clothes: 1 shirt, 2 pairs of pants, and 11 pairs of socks, every single pair I packed! Dial-a-Ride brought us home, then, while Dad rested, I cracked on with the chores and raked more leaves, before settling down this evening to watch Bake Off with a plate of goodies from which to choose. No time or energy to bake anything myself. Frazzled and worn out already.

Thank you.