You always have to look on the bright side of life. My step siblings are camped out at the hospice with my step mum. My father and I visited earlier and will be back in a while. Does one feel guilty laughing at such times? It is the only thing we can do. And so what brings us happiness?
Step Brother T had a few problems last week identifying a potato plant in the garden. My wife - who also thinks that spuds come in plastic bags from Tesco - had a similar problem. My father and I both grew up picking our own spuds and so find the ways of younger folk in the 21st Century rather amusing.
Step brother T insisted that there were no potatoes left from the 2016 crop when he was here in Saturday. Having been picking on Friday I somehow doubted this and have just ventured out in the pouring rain to pick some of today's supper. There are needless to say half a dozen plants - so perhaps 30-35 spuds left to pick. The two old men from the muppets, my father and I, noted the failings of the younger generation.
The highlight of our TV viewing is of course Midsomer Murders (repeats on Channel 10). Yes we have seen the show before but that does not stop my father proclaiming his detective skills in identifying the killer at least ten minutes before Inspector Barnaby gets his man. And tonight is a Midsomer evening so that means the news (BBC, ITV, C4 then Midsomer then BBC news just in case something has changed. Of course it has not.
An evening of enjoying the Labour party take over from the Tories in staging a leadership panto, plus Midsomer plus laughing at the younger generation: what more could a man ask for?