Jamie rang yesterday morning to say that he had broken a tooth and had made a dentist appointment. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to drive after the anaesthetic and he had a few other chores to do when he was out. "Don't worry," said Marilyn, "Your Dad will come with you. He's not doing anything else."
I suspected there was a gentle criticism there but I was happy to help out.
As it happened, he was quite capable of driving so I was just a passenger. He had to change a couple of shirts at Target, and collect a couple of car seats for Madeleine's kids when they arrive next week. Facebook Marketplace is a great thing. He had managed to borrow one seat from a friend but had to buy two more and getting them second-hand is a bonus. The first collection was at Windermere, just around the corner from our previous house at Dilston and the second at Carrick, a sleepy little hamlet on the highway which is in the midst of a building boom. I couldn't believe how many units were being built, all for old folk who are clinging on to life much longer than ever before.
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