OK, time to go.
The ex-laws are in town, which is good news for my son as they spoil him something rotten. Not so great for me, as it's a little too soon to meet up without feelings running high.
They are staying in the house I recently left, where many of my personal possessions are still residing. I know they won't be taking any particular interest in my Dad's record collection but it just all feels a bit strange.
So I'm being a big fat coward and running for the hills.
No time even for the usual intermission with cut to photography.
Back after the weekend.