Today we drove up to Son's to sit in his house in case the electrician arrived before Son got home from work on a half day. (He didn't.) The countryside looked very autumnal, with those rolls of hay - don't know what they're called: not haystacks because they're not stacks. Those black clouds rolled over without giving us rain, despite their threatening look.
We collected the keys of Son's house from the surgery where he works. Here he is, looking like a real doctor. Well, of course he is a real doctor.
This was one of our Grandson days, so the little one came with us. It seems but a few moments since Son was just like this.
It's lovely to see the wandering offspring but I'm always sadder afterwards. No cure for this disease.
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