I'm 21 today. Well, let's say 39 if you find that a bit implausible.
Are you calling me a liar? Correct! But that's my age.
I flew down to see my parents yesterday lunchtime, and returned early this afternoon. Mum is not exaggerating - my father has become a very frail old man. He was ageing fast last year when we were down, but the deterioration is now very noticeable. It's sad. He has had many serious illnesses, but each time we've been able to say, "he'll be better once he's had the operation / got new medication / seen the specialist". And he has. But you don't get better from old age and infirmity.
I also saw the new-build that they'll hopefully both be in by September. And said goodbye to the family house in which I grew up. We moved there when I was ten - just before Dad fell ill for the first time. Strange to think that - when they eventually succeed in selling it - it will belong to someone else.
And I met my six-week old nephew for the first time. He's gorgeous!
So you could say I've had a busy weekend. I'm weary, now. Shame I have to go back to work tomorrow - the weekend feels at one and the same time to have been very long, and far too short!