Suddenly my house is full of brother's stuff - he arrived last night tired and covered in an invisible layer of city life and its stresses.
A cup of tea later and a plate of something I'd 'thrown' into a pot (my way of cooking!), his smile returned and with a big sigh I watched
him ease into the chair and relax.
We ticked of a to-do list for the weekend, and hoped that one of us would not drop the very large brithday cake we had ordered for my mother's birthday. So its off to a country pub by 12.30pm where we are all gathering for her 'big day', and hope the cake survives the journey!!
There is a slight drizzle falling - and I have to go crow-bar myself out of my pj's and dressing gown
