I would like to share a nice story with you all. As you know, I sometimes mention what my eighty six year old Dad is up to. I love him to bits, and am very proud of the way he has carried on after my Mother died in September 2004. None of his four kids, grandkids or greatgrandkids live in Weston-super-Mare, but he is a gregarious chap who will do anything for anyone. He has been away from home for four weeks, completely redecorating my sister's house in Haverfordwest, (South West Wales). He got back to Weston yesterday, (in time for the contest at the Winter Gardens on Sunday). I was on the phone to him today, and this is one of the bits of news he told me. Dad lives over the road from an Old Peoples' Home. He is always out and about, including pottering in his front garden, or back and forth to his garage, fetching tools for some little job he is up to. When he got home yesterday, there was a hand delivered letter on his doormat. It was from the owner of the Old Peoples' Home. She wanted to know if he was alright, because all the residents across the road were worried about him, as they had not seen him going about his daily bits and bobs. We have all told Dad that next time he goes away, he must let them know, so that they don't worry about him.