Sunday, October 10, 2010


Each time I pass the "cloakroom" (blame the agent's For Sale particulars from when we bought), I think there's someone there.

A random, disembodied leg.

Well, not quite. It's my Mum's third (and spare one). The original left one having been amputated some 18 months ago.

Despite that, today we walked (well I pushed) my Mum all around Finsbury Park, to Emirates, and back, with Dad (who's knees don't work) in tow!

It was a good day. In London the sun shone.

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