They say sons never leave home...

... Well, I've got a new theme on that. I go to their house and do the tidying up!

Fair enough with David. Having a dislocated ankle and broken leg does warrant a bit of TLC. So I was happy to give his place a good seeing to before he got out of hospital, leg in plaster.

John has flown off to Tenerife for a week's holiday with Emma. There was some doubt whether he'd actually get on the plane but all seemed calm when I dropped them off at Stansted Monday morning. As I drove back some of his parting words echoed through my mind. No, not 'I'll really miss you dad", or since in his mind he was probably taking a fast jet to oblivion "Thanks for everything you've done for me". Attached to "Thanks for the lift" were the words that resonated... "I've left you a little bit of washing up, can't leave it til I get back since it'll be all green."

So the image above is what greeted me the following day in his kitchen. Think he owes me!

More images below. And yes, that really is burnt on fat from chicken breasts and scalded milk in the pan. Think the arrangement of hat and gloves by the front door is particularly twee. And that's industrial strength air fresher in the loo... no surprise there.

Off for a week in a caravan in Hunstanton tomorrow, sans iPad, so it'll be a week or so to the next post.