You may or may not know that I have been living with my father since early last year. Yesterday was his 85th birthday. My father has packed in about 500 years worth of ‘stuff’ into his eight-and-a-half decades.
Even yesterday we had to consult his diary to find a slim window of time in the day to negotiate round a theatre booking of his. There is no word for ‘sedentary’ in my father’s dictionary.
Our brief but pleasant two-hour time slot was spent with just close family. I cooked a few tasty things, like the ‘imitation carob cake’ pictured above. It tasted even better than the original.